Made You Look

So, last night dad doesn't come home 'til late, right? Then, the next morning, he proceeds to sleep all morning and afternoon. He even reads the Sunday papers in bed via the Internet. Meanwhile, a dog's bladders is about to burst. I try to tell him by saying, 'hey yo! A Schipperke's gotta go, you know what I'm saying?' But he just sits there in bed, reading. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I go under the couch and do my thang. It's 3 pm and I've last this long. When he gets up, which almost in time for the 6 pm news, he walks past the couch and stops. I'm thinking, he knows. He looks around, looks at me, then gets his coffee, and goes back to bed. That was close. I'm looking under the couch, thinking, he's gonna find out...man...he's gonna find out...just a matter of time...

Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?