George Clinton - My Dog lyrics

My dog. What's Happenin' Dog? Yea, it's good to see you too. Yea, everyone's up and on their way over here. They'll be kickin' it, we'll be kickin' it this afternoon. Yeah, gonna be a first time we all got together. Oh yeah, I'm feelin' good, yeah Yeah bringin' some of that stash they got in the back. I dug up a bone plus a few of those nickle doggie bags we used to bury. Told you they'd come in handy. Yeah, why not? It's my idea we got into discussion and put it on tape. You see, they taught me how to work this here recorder. And they don't know we talk. They don't know we discuss this sh**. And they ain't never heard none of us talk. My dog. C'mon in here, my dog. What's happenin'? Hey, get vour a** on in here. Yeah, we gonna tell these stories and put 'em on this tape. Now, nobody ain't gonna believe this sh**. Kick back and watch that sh**. You f**ed up; you high. I mean, why not? Those mutha-f**ers got us runnin' 'round here chasin metal rabbits at dog tracks and then placin' bets and fadin' 'em. Makin' us do stupid animal tricks 'Bout time we sic them on some sh**. Life is cool here in this canaine county kennel With all incidentals paid up front, it's cool. Yeah, y'all come in here, come on in. and what you doin' with that silly muzzle on? Hey, somebody take that muzzle off that b**h so I can kiss her. What's happenin' baby? Damn, they gave you a funny haircut. You ain't no muthaf**in' poodle Get your a**, on in here. I wasn't you know what. I'm doin, yeah. Yeah, I might just do that sh** but you spaded b**h, what's happenin'? Yeah, we all here kickin' back, yea. Here, hit some of this here sh**. Don't act like you don't know what it is. You's a dope dog; you's a police dog. Don't tell me they didn't train youin this sh**. How the f** you gonna follow a trail if you don't sniff some of this sh**? It ain't just a scent, goddamn, you gotta get some of this sh** up your nose. Come get your a** over here, man. Now this tape is pretty short so we might have to talk this dog sh** fast. What's happenin' my dog? Yeah Yeah, I got a nickle bag, a doggie bag, Been defleaded, been deticked and I got my rabies shot. I'm ready to bury a bone in this muthaf**er. Hey, this is the tale that wagged the dog. Yeah, I wanna know why the muthaf**ers, when they say "dog," it sounds like there's somethin' wrong with that sh**, you know and when they say "b**h." b**h. But they always do a lot of silly sh**. But I got a little the other day. Took some of that muthaf**in' shaving creme. Put it around my mouth, Struck my Kujo pose next to the baby. Scared the sh** outta that mutha-f**er Almost bust my side in f** them mutha-f**ers Well, I got nuthin' to worry about. Kids'll f** them up if they try to do somethin' to me. But you know you gotta get a little even every now and then. What? What would I do if I kicked? Why you ask a silly a** question like that? Oh yeah, you done start gettin' high now; now you like talkin', don't you? What would you do if I catch, catch the cat, that mutha-f**er? Roof was on top of the house Roof was on top of your mouth Roof, my dog, what's happenin'? Yeah, gone outta tape, we gotta do this again. Put me on another track.