Thursday, July 26, 2007

Same Girl

Yo Q
What up Tupac
Wanna introduce you to this girl, I think I really love this girl
Yeah
Man she so fine
Straight up dawg
She size about 54 coka cola red bone
Damn
She has a black Coach doggie tag say “Angel” tattoo on her ankle
Plus she’s making pesos
got a crib on Beacon Street
right on Fenway street
And I call her “TT”

Wait a minute hold on dawg.

Do she got a litter?
Yep
Loves some Biscuit Claws?
Yep
Do she got a beauty mark on her left side of her jaw
Man?
Went to Boston Tech
Yep
Barks for CBS
Yep
Man I can’t believe this chick… damn
Tell me whats wrong dawg, what the hell you damnin about?
I'm your homie so just say whats on your mind
Man I didn’t know that you were talking bout her
So man your telling me you know her?
Do I know her?
Like a pastor know his word

We messing with the
same girl same girl

How could the love of my life, and my potential wife be the
Same girl same girl?

Man I can’t believe that we’ve been messing with the
Same girl same girl

Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with us

Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl

See I met her at this dogg park in Dorchester
Well I met her at this dogg park in Chelsea
She came right up to me givin me conversation
I said do you got a man she said no, with no hesitation
Well it must be a pup thing cause she said the same to me
had her body all in my face, when I’m laughin and buyin her drinks
She whispered in my ear and said can you take me home
me too
Man she was in the Dor singin that same song
is that true?
And I thought it was true confessions when she said "I love you"
Man I thought her body was calling when she said "I want you"
Look I even got some pictures on my phone
Look there man she is with some boy shorts on

We messing with the
same girl same girl

shes the apple of my eye,
and my potential wife

Same girl same girl

Man I just can’t believe that we’ve been messing round with the
Same damn girl

same girl same girl

Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with both of us

Q, ayy Pac , ayy man we’ve been messing with the same girl

She said she got me on her ringtone
Are you talking about the pink phone?
uh-uh, the blue one
Man she told me that was turned off
Its obvious that shes been playing us playing us
Q, constantly she’s been lyin to us lyin to us
Don’t like the way that she’s been goin bout it goin bout it
Pac what you think that we should do about it do about it
Call her up at her home, she won’t know that Im on the phone
Yeah man that’s a plan
Homie we about to bust this trick
Man just ask her to meet up with you and Im gonna show up too
And she won't know what to do

We'll be standing there singing

same girl same girl
She’s was the apple of my eye,
and your potential wife
Same girl same girl
I can’t believe we’ve been messing with the same girl

Same girl same girl
Shes gonna be lookin so stupid when see us together

Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl

See she was taken buses going back and forth
I would pick her up at the T-Port
Man I really can’t believe
Same girl same girl

Hey…. The same girl same girl...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Lost in Emotion



We have more visitors in this week. Check out my dad's friend Lisa, who is a PhD history grad student at Columbia University. She came into town with her boyfriend Harold, this cool German guy who is still recovering from the World Cup. Anyway, I had to skool Lisa Lisa on dogs in the Civil Rights Movement. It seems that she thought that the only dogs who were involved were the ones that the police used on marchers in Selma. I'm like, naw, girl, there were other dogs that were on the other side. Like looking out for da Klan, doing bark-ins, chasing away Southern cats, you know, everything.

Lisa Lisa liked what I had to say so I had to creep on her to show some Tupac love. You know how I'm down. I'm glad Dad had some visitors. He's been acting all weird. The weirdo. He's messing up my mack. This fools needs to get a hobby or sumptin'.

Lost in emotion
Some girls will promise you a
Marriage made in heaven
But I'm gonna stick to my guns
Like waitin for their love
That I might be gettin
My dreams have just begun
Am I a fool
Because I dont know how you feel
And this new love for you, oh
I cant conceal oh
I'm Lost in emotion
Telling you things
you really shouldn't know
Oh baby, I'm lost in emotion
Am I fool at least my friends think so
Que sera Sera...

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I Ain't Mad at Cha

So check it. Q's mom came and got him so Dad and I were alone for a while. I tried to get Q's mom to leave him here, but naw, homegirl wanted to take him home. Man, Q was one cool dawg, yo. He and I are going to have to hook up again soon and chase some (female dogs). I'm sad. My partner is gone.

Now we was once two doggies of the same kind
Quick to holla at a poodle with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Doggie now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Groomer, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
...

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Feeling on your duty, part II


Happy 4th of July, yo! Are you feeling independent?

Me and Q are going to cold chill it out in the crib tonight while Dad goes out to see fireworks or to the movies or something. But a dog ain't going out there to that madness. These Massachusetts people go crazy over their independence. Just because the American Revolution started out here, they still try to go buckwild with their tea parties today.

A dog has a different agenda. I'm just happy to be able to poop and pee where I see fit and no body don't throw me in no pound for it. I'm also happy that Dad and I make bank so we can chill out in a new apartment and watch some Animal Planet. I'm also glad I ain't no Third World mutt struggling to get his grub on. I gots the good stuff in my bowl.

(not hating...it's just da truth).

If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Then put your hands up
Have your own job
Put your hands up...

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Boyz in da hood

So Dad takes me and Q out after he gets out of work, right? So we're dying to go outside and all 'cause we really need to do our thang, when these twin boyz come up to us and wanna play. Now, I'm all down for playing, but a dog had to go yo!

They were cool. Just some nice Chelsea kids playing in the plaza's fountain. Dad likes to play with kids so he told me to be nice. Plus, we were dealing with hood rats and a dog has to be hardcore around some hood rats. Q even chased them. One of the boy tried to tickle me with a pigeon's feather, and I was like, hey yo, watch where you putting that thing.

Kids were down. Going to second grade and all. Dad gave them a speech about staying in school, staying brown and proud and being nice to their mom. I didn't have the heart to tell him, but these kids were more interested in getting ice cream than taking it to the Man. That Dad...

'cuz the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card
knowin nutin in life but to be legit'
dont quote me boy cuz I aint said nothin' yet

Pac is chillin. Q is chillin

So Dad comes home and me and Q are chillin on his bed, you know what I'm saying? We had called these mix breed (female dogs) and we were waiting for them to stop by the crib. We had some Barry White playing in the background and red wine ready to go. But then Dad comes home and messes what our game. 'What the---!?' he yells. And I'm like, 'hey yo Dad, me and Q are just chillin, no worries. Just kicking it.' Didn't want Dad to find out about the game 'cause then he'll get all strict on me. A dog has to roam to get his bone. Me and Q will try again today when ol Dad goes to work.

Pac is chillin, Q is chillin
What more can I say? Top billin
That's what we get, got it good
And since you understood, would you
Do a dance, dance the Two
If, you can dance it's easy to do
This dance is on and on and on
Dance until your breath is gone!

Monday, July 02, 2007

Rock the Boat. Rock the Boat.



Ooooh baby I love your stroke
Cause you, cause you get me to where I’m going
In a jury you’ll get my vote
Cause I believe, I believe you know just what you doing now
Baby now we can coast, Just don’t get in a hurry
That’s too slow
Go ahead and put that thing in over drive
I want you to(rock the boat)Rock the boat, rock the boat...

Aaliyah sang this sang, and everyone missed the line about voting. This is a political song, not about getting down and dirty. Which brings me to this point. A woman in Washington state has registered her dog to vote. Check the story here.

Hey yo...I want to vote, too. This state could use a schipperke in office, you know what I'm saying? Can you also imagine if this happens in New Mexico? Lobos would run that mug. Texas? Enter the shepherds and chihuahuas. Arizona? Say hello to Governor Coyote.

Stroke it for me, Mmm
'Stroke it baby, Stroke it baby
Mmmm, Work it baby, Work it baby
Oooh Stroke It...

How do you want it? How does it feel?

Comin up as a doggie in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a doggie in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real...

So check it. I've been always telling Dad to bring me home a poodle so I can spit my game, right? So on Thursday, Dad finally brings home this poodle, and I'm like, hello, time to get my mack on. But I's start to step I notice that...it's a dude! I'm like, hey yo dad, I wanted a poodle (female dog), you know what I'm saying? I can't mack on no dude!

It's all good though. The poodle's name is Q and he is the son of one of Dad's co-worker who went to the Caribbean for a week. Q is just stopping at the crib fo' a bit. Turns out, he's a straight up playa, too. Dad has been taking us outside and we've been talking mess to all those pitbull haters and barking at all those mix breed (female dogs), you know I'm saying? He's teaching me to work a better playa bark, and I'm skooling him on the game...rolling over, cuddling, licking the lick when you need it. It's on now.

Love the way you activate your hips and push your thing out
Got a doggie wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shot you got me fiendin
Body talkin shhh to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, f the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin (female dog), get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, HennesseyA
favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a girl need
Bite some mo' hide, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy doggie now tell me how you want it...

How do you want it? How does it feel?