tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226802702009-07-14T19:52:22.236-04:00Tupac Da Dogg and Lois the HoundThe musings from two transplant dogs of two Mexican-American journalists who recently moved to Boston.Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-25018762992710828712008-09-20T14:10:00.006-04:002008-09-20T14:29:03.745-04:00I'm a Flirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SNU-HY24KcI/AAAAAAAAALY/C47pWx7gioQ/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SNU-HY24KcI/AAAAAAAAALY/C47pWx7gioQ/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248169237422811586" /></a><br />Now The Moral Of The Story Is Cuff Yo Chick<br />'cause Hey I'm Black, Handsome, I Bark <div>Plus I'm Rich </div><div>And I'm A Flirt...</div><div><br /></div><div>So Dad had some visitors recently. First someone came in from the Southwest and a dog had to so her some love to make her comfortable. You know how I do it. Then, this posse of ladies invaded 'cuz one of their brother was starting school here. Again, a dog had to show them how I hold it down. You see, this is what I've learned as a dogg: The Ladies love an animal that shows love and gives attention. I try to tell Dad that but, like I said, the fool has no game. He's going to Mexico soon so I hope he learns a thing or two. In the meantime, keep bringing the visitors, yo. They all want to pet my fur. ;)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Oh yeah...Lois the Hound stayed over this week. Man, she's a handful. More and that later.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club (I'm A Flirt) <br /></div>Winkin Her Eyes At Me, When I Roll Up On Them Dubs (I'm A Flirt)<br />Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low (I'm A Flirt)<br />And When She's Wit Her Man Lookin At Me, Damn Right (I'm A Flirt)<br />So Homie Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me 'cause (I'm A Flirt)<br />And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat 'cause (I'm A Flirt)<br />Please Believe It, Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her<br />Then Don't Bring Her Around Me 'cause (I'm A Flirt)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-2501876299271082871?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-14496857217813797482008-09-03T16:16:00.003-04:002008-09-03T16:37:53.233-04:00Can't Believe It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SL7xU1OYRRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rHrp0RNzxNw/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SL7xU1OYRRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rHrp0RNzxNw/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241892356492903698" border="0" /></a>I'm a small dogg but I'm all up on Lois the Hound. You know what I'm saying? We chilled up in New Haven recently. I had to get up on this hound to show her how a playa does it, but she kept trying to dominate a Schip. I was like, yeahhhh....<br /><br />Lois the Hound rules. We need to get away again, girl.<br /><br />-----<br />I can put you in the log cabin,<br />Somewhere in Aspen<br />Girl ain't nothing to the pain ain't trickin' if you got it what you askin'....for<br />Put you in the mansion, somewhere in Wiscansin<br />Like I said ain't nothin to the pain we can change that last name<br />what happnin'?<br />Cause you look so good<br />Tell me why you wanna work here?<br />I put you on the front page of a king magazine, but you gon get yourself hurt here<br />Eh, baby I brought you in the back just to have a conversation<br />Really think you need some ventilation<br />Lets talk about youuu & meeee<br /><br />Oh, I can't believe it<br />ooo ooo she all on me,<br />on me<br />man man i think she want me,<br />want me<br />Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw<br /><br />Oh, I can't believe it<br />ooo ooo she all on me,<br />on me<br />man man I think she want me,<br />want me<br />Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw<br /><br />And you don't understand she make the people say yeahhh,<br />yeahhh,<br />yeahhh<br /><br />She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh (yeah),<br />yeahhh (yeah),<br />yeahhh<br /><br />I could put you in the condo<br />All the way up in Toronto<br />Baby put you in the fur coat, ridin the Murciélago<br />I put you in the beach house<br />right on the edge of Costa Rica<br />Put one of 'em lil flowers in your hair have you looking like a fly mamacita<br /><br />Fuego<br /><br />Cuz' you look so good<br />You make me wanna spend it all on ya<br />Get up out this club<br />slide with ya boy<br />We can do what you wanna<br /><br />Yeah<br /><br />baby I brought you in the back cuz you need a lil persuasion,<br />plus you need a lil ventalation<br />let's talk about youuu & meeeee<br /><br />Oh I can't believe it<br />OO OO she all on me<br />on me<br />Man Man I think she want me<br />want me<br />Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw<br /><br />Oh I can't believe it<br />OO OO she all on me<br />on me<br />Man Man I think she want me<br />want me<br />Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw...<br /><br />(I'm Tupac Da Dogg and I approve this message.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-1449685721781379748?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-56133143585482895502008-08-07T22:01:00.004-04:002008-08-07T22:16:40.464-04:00introducing ...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvNi6ahOqmQ/SJuqEqG4D1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9zTH_SK1z0c/s1600-h/0807082159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231962389120290642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvNi6ahOqmQ/SJuqEqG4D1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9zTH_SK1z0c/s320/0807082159.jpg" border="0" /></a> hello, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lois</span>. half hound, half lab. all fab. my idea of a perfect date is a long walk ... straight to peters park, with a side trip to polka dog for some high-end nibbles. gotta treat a girl right. i like peanut butter (see above), sniffing, chasing the cat, sniffing, running in a circle, sniffing, playing with things that go "squeak" and sniffing. dislikes are rain and orange traffic cones. don't go there.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>, well all this blogging is making my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">human's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">opposable</span> thumbs tired. gotta run. time to dominate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tupac</span>. ruffs and kisses.<br /><br />-- lo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-5613314358548289550?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968553068368133098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-61993527722706722202008-07-31T16:31:00.004-04:002008-12-10T02:13:42.113-05:00Snitch, Please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SJIhTyZRgZI/AAAAAAAAALE/SvlV072YrE4/s1600-h/putin-stop-snitching.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SJIhTyZRgZI/AAAAAAAAALE/SvlV072YrE4/s320/putin-stop-snitching.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229278741159575954" /></a>So Dad and I were in this park, right? We saw couple of stray dogs just chillin' with this cat. We walked pass, and they were cool. One mixed dawg even came up and sniffed all over me. I was like, 'hey yo, don't be getting all up in business, but you're cool.'<div><br /></div><div>We step, then we hear this old woman down yonder calling Animal Control. Yes. ANIMAL CONTROL! Not the folks that try to find you your missing home, but those dudes who come and scoop us up! I barked back, 'hey yo! Dawgs! Cat! Scram! This woman just ratted you out!' They started to run and Dad tried to stay behind. A few minutes later Animal Control comes by and Dad says, 'Nope. Didn't see any strays here. Just me and me dog.' They then started talking mess about my tags. I was seriously gonna bite someone. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You don't really want to mess, with me</div><div>Only doggie that I trust, is me</div><div>Mess around and make me bust, this heat</div><div>That's, the devil, they always want to dance!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-6199352772270672220?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-85873416092112173332008-07-29T19:07:00.006-04:002008-12-10T02:13:42.649-05:00Seduction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-kHx0UANI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gniv0FvbSV8/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-kHx0UANI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gniv0FvbSV8/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228578145939226834" /></a><br />I'm tryin' to chill<br />But she's got me on the spot<br />She's so cocky<br />And the way she watchin' me<br />Got me growing spots, uh<br />Shorty know that I gotta girl<br />And I really can't break the tease<br />Plus dog pound snappin shots<br />And it's hard for me to shake these fleas<br />So do I<br />One: put it on her<br />Paw my way to the front<br />Do I<br />Two: Do my part<br />And sure don't try to pull no stunts<br />Or maybe<br />Three: Chase the cat<br />Cos' she's sending me on the hunt<br />Naw<br />Bump that<br />I aint no punk<br />Im gunna give shorty what she want!<br />...Seduction....<br /><br />TUPAC DA DOGG IS BACK YO! A dog had to stop writing for a minute since (CENSORED). The world has to understand what a playa a dog is. Me. Tupac Da Dogg. Not Dad. (He has no game).<br /><br />Take this trip we recently took to New York City. His friend Lisa is leaving to Texas A&M to take a history professor job and we had a party for her, right? So I see my girl Diana (above) and I had to show her some love. Then I see my Tia Cynthia and a dog had to share himself with her, too. They were all seduced by my fur, you know what I'm saying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-lpUxGWQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kUqZFtO-Uh4/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-lpUxGWQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kUqZFtO-Uh4/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228579821768300802" /></a><br /><br />Then Lisa wanted some action. What's a playa to do?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-mpoXea4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iyRlCcttAD0/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/SI-mpoXea4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iyRlCcttAD0/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228580926541163394" /></a><br /><br />Meanwhile, Dad played with his phone. No game, yo. No game.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-8587341609211217333?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-65990937692149465852008-02-28T11:47:00.005-05:002008-12-10T02:13:42.825-05:00Dogtender<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/R8bm5BbeY9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LVTBh_kkz14/s1600-h/n12327507_36469667_1549.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/R8bm5BbeY9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/LVTBh_kkz14/s320/n12327507_36469667_1549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172075089392198610" /></a><br /><br />(Dad had a birthday yesterday, so when friends came over to give him some gifts, a dog had to slip out, you know what I'm saying?)<br /><br />Broke up with my girl last night so I went to the pound (so I went to the pound)<br />Put on a fresh white suit and a Mini-coupe riding round town (riding round town)<br />I'm just looking for Poodle to talk to and show me some love (show me some love)<br />If you know what I mean... Yeah... Uh-Huh...<br />Everybody's jockin' me as soon as I stepped in the spot (I stepped in the spot)<br />200 (female dogs) and i bet ain't none of them hot (ain't none of them hot)<br />'Cept for this pretty young thang that was workin' all the way at the top (all the way at the top)<br />shawty what is your name?<br /><br />[Hook]<br />Oooh Collie made us drinks, to drink<br />We drunk 'em, got drunk<br />And then I think she thinks I'm coooool<br />She gave me a growl, I growl back<br />And then I think that, we hit it off something proper like...<br /><br />I like the dogtender<br />(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)<br />I like the dogtender<br />(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Oh uh-huh, OK)<br /><br />Got a brand new collie so I'm feeling all good inside (all good inside)<br />Feel like I put some brand new salt on a brand new hide (on a brand new hide)<br />Triple shot of patron on in da water with little bit a lime (with a little bit a lime)<br />I'm just keeping it real, yeah... (Uh-huh)<br />Baby still working at the club so I'm getting in free (so I'm getting in free)<br />Wednesday night I'm on the list Tupac plus 3 (Tupac plus 3)<br />Everytime I hit the spot baby girl taking care of me (taking care of me)<br />How do you think I feel?<br /><br />Ooooh Collie made us drinks, to drink<br />We drunk 'em, got drunk<br />And now I know she thinks I'm cool<br />She gave me a growl, I growled back<br />And then I think that, we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight...<br /><br />I like the dogtender<br />(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)<br />I like the dogtender<br />(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Oh uh-huh, OK)<br /><br />(From Q the male poodle)<br />Shorty I'm sure you heard that I really never come out (never come out)<br />Unless I'm doing bone runs and just then crapped out (freeway burnt out)<br />Got a leash side that's empty wanting it to be your spot (be your spot)<br />But you on my blanket we can act like the charts gonna end up on top (end up on top)<br />Don't smoke don't drink that's why I don't be by the pound baby (baby)<br />Just lookin' at you from a distance looking like a god damn star baby (baby)<br />So my poodle don't see me Tupac can I get those keys to the car? (those keys to the car?)<br />'Bout to go and Bang Bang Boogie with my cutie and I'll see you tomar' (see you tomar')<br /><br />(Tupac Hook)<br />Ooooh Collie made us drinks, to drink<br />We drunk 'em, got drunk<br />And now I know she thinks I'm cool<br />She gave me a growl, I growled back<br />And then I think that, we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight...<br /><br />I like the dogtender<br />(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)<br />I like the dogtender<br />(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)<br />I'm at the park with her<br />(Oh uh-huh, OK)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-6599093769214946585?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-67932622607792526382008-02-23T14:06:00.005-05:002008-12-10T02:13:43.026-05:00Sensual Seduction (Tupac da Dogg(y) Style)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/R8B4OBbeY8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xUz3w5bbJnU/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/R8B4OBbeY8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/xUz3w5bbJnU/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170264554518504386" /></a><br />I'm gonna take my time..(mmime)<br />The poodle's gon' get hers before I...(before I)<br />I'm gonna take it slow... ow... oo... ow,<br />I'm not gonna rush to stroll, so she can get a...<br /><br />Sensual seduction-duction so i can get a...<br />Sensual seduction-duction<br /><br /><div>so we can get a sensual seduction-duction duction<br />Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!<br /><br />Beagle might be with Shepherd, but shes thinking bout Schipperke, Schipperke, keeeee<br />We don't go to the dog park, we don't go out to eat, eat, eeeeat,<br />And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheeeeets<br />Chew us some rawhide, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleeeeeep,<br /><br />cause we den got ah<br /><br />Sensual seduction-duction<br />Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!<br />Sensual seduction-duction duction<br />Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!<br /><br />I'm gonna take my time mmime!<br />Lhasa Apso gon' get hers before I...<br />I'm gonna take it slow... ow... oo... ow,<br />I'm not gonna rush to stroll,<br /><br />If ya don't know by now, Tupac da Dogg is a freak, freak, freeeeeeak!<br />I keep a bad (female dog) with me seven days of the week, week, weeeeeek!<br />And all that we ever do is play the sheets, sheets, sheeeeeets<br />Chase us some cats, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleeeeeep,<br /><br />cause we den got ah<br /><br />Sensual seduction-duction<br />Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!<br />Sensual seduction-duction duction<br />Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!<br /><br />Tupac da Dogg is back, yo! I've been busy just chilling out (literally) in this New England cold while Dad has e been locking himself in the apartment watching movies and all while waiting for this punk-ass snow to ghost, you know what I'm saying? Meanwhile, a dog has been bored in this "loft." Dad is just kickin' it, but a dog has to get his and go out and meet some pups, you hear? All I've been doing is eating, sleeping and pooping. I'm ready to make that next step. I'm three now and ready to take it to da next level. I'm out!<br /><br />Spring come on down! A dog is ready to hit the town.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-6793262260779252638?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-41715806077133402902007-10-11T16:04:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.173-05:00Mushaboom, (Tupac goes Feist)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rw6FK7Th9WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n-J5RpsVtU8/s1600-h/schipperke.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120176249131627874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rw6FK7Th9WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n-J5RpsVtU8/s320/schipperke.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Helping the kids out of their coats </div><div>But wait the babies haven't been born oh</div><div>Unpacking the bags and setting up </div><div>And planting lilacs and buttercups oh</div><br /><div></div><div>But in the meantime we've got it hard </div><div>Second floor living without a yard </div><div>It may be years until the day </div><div>My dreams will match up with my pay </div><br /><div></div><div>Old city road,</div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>knee deep snow </div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>Watching the fire as we grow </div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>o-o-o-o-old</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I got a owner to stick it out</div><div>And make a home from a rented house oh</div><div>And we'll collect the moments one by one</div><div>I guess that's how the future's done oh</div><br /><div></div><div>How many acres, how much light<br />Tucked in the city and out of sight</div><div>Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap</div><div>On a little road barely on the map</div><br /><div>Old urban road, </div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>knee deep snow </div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>Watching the fire as we grow,</div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom) </div><div>o-o-o-o-old</div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><br /><div></div><div>Old hood road rambling rose</div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div>Watching the fire as we grow </div><div>(mushaboom, mushaboom)</div><div> </div><div>Well I'm Sold...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-4171580607713340290?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-46331979419635393852007-07-26T14:10:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.328-05:00Same Girl<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091569730097719330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RqjjsXebKCI/AAAAAAAAACE/3f8Q-HtRwuI/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" />Yo Q<br />What up Tupac<br />Wanna introduce you to this girl, I think I really love this girl<br />Yeah<br />Man she so fine<br />Straight up dawg<br />She size about 54 coka cola red bone<br />Damn<br />She has a black Coach doggie tag say “Angel” tattoo on her ankle<br />Plus she’s making pesos<br />got a crib on Beacon Street<br />right on Fenway street<br />And I call her “TT”<br /><br />Wait a minute hold on dawg.<br /><br />Do she got a litter?<br />Yep<br />Loves some Biscuit Claws?<br />Yep<br />Do she got a beauty mark on her left side of her jaw<br />Man?<br />Went to Boston Tech<br />Yep<br />Barks for CBS<br />Yep<br />Man I can’t believe this chick… damn<br />Tell me whats wrong dawg, what the hell you damnin about?<br />I'm your homie so just say whats on your mind<br />Man I didn’t know that you were talking bout her<br />So man your telling me you know her?<br />Do I know her?<br />Like a pastor know his word<br /><br />We messing with the<br />same girl same girl<br /><br />How could the love of my life, and my potential wife be the<br />Same girl same girl?<br /><br />Man I can’t believe that we’ve been messing with the<br />Same girl same girl<br /><br />Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with us<br /><br />Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl<br /><br />See I met her at this dogg park in Dorchester<br />Well I met her at this dogg park in Chelsea<br />She came right up to me givin me conversation<br />I said do you got a man she said no, with no hesitation<br />Well it must be a pup thing cause she said the same to me<br />had her body all in my face, when I’m laughin and buyin her drinks<br />She whispered in my ear and said can you take me home<br />me too<br />Man she was in the Dor singin that same song<br />is that true?<br />And I thought it was true confessions when she said "I love you"<br />Man I thought her body was calling when she said "I want you"<br />Look I even got some pictures on my phone<br />Look there man she is with some boy shorts on<br /><br />We messing with the<br />same girl same girl<br /><br />shes the apple of my eye,<br />and my potential wife<br /><br />Same girl same girl<br /><br />Man I just can’t believe that we’ve been messing round with the<br />Same damn girl<br /><br />same girl same girl<br /><br />Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with both of us<br /><br />Q, ayy Pac , ayy man we’ve been messing with the same girl<br /><br />She said she got me on her ringtone<br />Are you talking about the pink phone?<br />uh-uh, the blue one<br />Man she told me that was turned off<br />Its obvious that shes been playing us playing us<br />Q, constantly she’s been lyin to us lyin to us<br />Don’t like the way that she’s been goin bout it goin bout it<br />Pac what you think that we should do about it do about it<br />Call her up at her home, she won’t know that Im on the phone<br />Yeah man that’s a plan<br />Homie we about to bust this trick<br />Man just ask her to meet up with you and Im gonna show up too<br />And she won't know what to do<br /><br />We'll be standing there singing<br /><br />same girl same girl<br />She’s was the apple of my eye,<br />and your potential wife<br />Same girl same girl<br />I can’t believe we’ve been messing with the same girl<br /><br />Same girl same girl<br />Shes gonna be lookin so stupid when see us together<br /><br />Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl<br /><br />See she was taken buses going back and forth<br />I would pick her up at the T-Port<br />Man I really can’t believe<br />Same girl same girl<br /><br />Hey…. The same girl same girl...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-4633197941963539385?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-81627153727212241602007-07-15T12:51:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.454-05:00Lost in Emotion<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RppQr-Zp0RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dNVhqdlGnoo/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RppQr-Zp0RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dNVhqdlGnoo/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087467445483589906" /></a><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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'. <br /><br />Lost in emotion<br />Some girls will promise you a<br />Marriage made in heaven<br />But I'm gonna stick to my guns<br />Like waitin for their love<br />That I might be gettin<br />My dreams have just begun<br />Am I a fool<br />Because I dont know how you feel<br />And this new love for you, oh<br />I cant conceal oh<br />I'm Lost in emotion<br />Telling you things<br />you really shouldn't know<br />Oh baby, I'm lost in emotion<br />Am I fool at least my friends think so<br />Que sera Sera...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-8162715372721224160?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-51581660484426024842007-07-14T12:36:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.549-05:00I Ain't Mad at Cha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rpj8S-Zp0PI/AAAAAAAAABk/U3Q8S-aOsHo/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rpj8S-Zp0PI/AAAAAAAAABk/U3Q8S-aOsHo/s200/DSC_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087093182033416434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">S<span style="font-size:100%;">o 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.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > N<span style="font-family: arial;">ow we was once two doggies of the same kind</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Quick to holla at a poodle with the same line</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You was just a little smaller but you still roller</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Oh you a Doggie now, no more dope game</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Heard you might be comin home, just got bail</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Wanna go to the Groomer, don't wanna chase tail</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">When I talk about money all you see is the struggle</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-5158166048442602484?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-22978063452029087622007-07-04T17:31:00.001-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.598-05:00Feeling on your duty, part II<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RowUSuSUFQI/AAAAAAAAABc/DNawlAg-1Y0/s1600-h/tupacjuly4th.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083460391289492738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RowUSuSUFQI/AAAAAAAAABc/DNawlAg-1Y0/s200/tupacjuly4th.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Happy 4th of July, yo! Are you feeling independent?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />(not hating...it's just da truth).<br /><br />If it's your birthday<br />Then put your hands up<br />You wanna get drunk<br />Then put your hands up<br />And if you got some cash<br />Then put your hands up<br />Have your own job<br />Put your hands up...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-2297806345202908762?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-15697248371684184792007-07-03T21:27:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:43.898-05:00Boyz in da hood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Ror3vuSUFNI/AAAAAAAAABE/M-1ex2H8LNc/s1600-h/0703070002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Ror3vuSUFNI/AAAAAAAAABE/M-1ex2H8LNc/s320/0703070002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083147528691782866" border="0" /></a>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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />'cuz the boys in the hood are always hard<br />you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card<br />knowin nutin in life but to be legit'<br />dont quote me boy cuz I aint said nothin' yet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-1569724837168418479?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-41156712161704855442007-07-03T08:51:00.001-04:002008-12-10T02:13:44.081-05:00Pac is chillin. Q is chillin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RopGfuSUFMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYyuRXBFqs0/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RopGfuSUFMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XYyuRXBFqs0/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082952640255759554" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />Pac is chillin, Q is chillin<br />What more can I say? Top billin<br />That's what we get, got it good<br />And since you understood, would you<br />Do a dance, dance the Two<br />If, you can dance <a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/a/audio-two/top-billin/#"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:16;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:16;" ></span></span></a>it's easy to do<br />This dance is on and on and on<br />Dance until your breath is gone!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-4115671216170485544?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-83205505787355161922007-07-02T13:45:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:44.520-05:00Rock the Boat. Rock the Boat.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rok6OuSUFLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p-Z4ggsd2sU/s1600-h/aaliyah1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082657679081739442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rok6OuSUFLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p-Z4ggsd2sU/s320/aaliyah1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ooooh</span> baby I love your stroke<br />Cause you, cause you get me to where I’m going<br /><strong><em>In a jury you’ll get my <span style="font-size:130%;">vote<br /></span></em></strong>Cause I believe, I believe you know just what you doing now<br />Baby now we can coast, Just don’t get in a hurry<br />That’s too slow<br />Go ahead and put that thing in over drive<br />I want you to(rock the boat)Rock the boat, rock the boat...</p><p>Aaliyah sang this sang, and everyone missed the line about <strong><em>voting</em></strong>. This is a political song, not about getting down and dirty. Which brings me to this point. A woman in Washington state has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">registered</span> her dog to vote. Check the story <a href="http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2007/07/02/her_point_voter_registration_laws_have_gone_to_the_dogs/">here</a>. </p><p>Hey yo...I want to vote, too. This state could use a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">schipperke</span> in office, you know what I'm saying? Can you also imagine if this happens in New Mexico? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lobos</span> would run that mug. Texas? Enter the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shepherds</span> and chihuahuas. Arizona? Say hello to Governor Coyote.</p><p>Stroke it for me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mmm</span><br />'Stroke it baby, Stroke it baby<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mmmm</span>, Work it baby, Work it baby<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Oooh</span> Stroke It...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-8320550578735516192?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-40219169493816199972007-07-02T08:29:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:44.858-05:00How do you want it? How does it feel?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rojv8uSUFKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cFM_6Rj2dA4/s1600-h/tupacQ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082576005983638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/Rojv8uSUFKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cFM_6Rj2dA4/s320/tupacQ.jpg" border="0" /></a>Comin up as a doggie in the cash game<br />livin in the fast lane; I'm for real<br />How do you want it? How do you feel?<br />Comin up as a doggie in the cash game<br />livin in the fast lane; I'm for real...<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Love the way you activate your hips and push your thing out<br />Got a doggie wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out<br />Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it<br />Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it<br />Catch you at a club, oh shot you got me fiendin<br />Body talkin shhh to me but I can't comprehend the meaning<br />Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance<br />Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can<br />Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man<br />All I want is money, f the fame I'm a simple man<br />Mr. International, playa with the passport<br />Just like Aladdin (female dog), get you anything you ask for<br />It's either him or me -- champagne, HennesseyA<br />favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies<br />Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a girl need<br />Bite some mo' hide, funk, ya don't need<br />Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day<br />But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way<br />Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it<br />Time to give it to daddy doggie now tell me how you want it...<br /><br />How do you want it? How does it feel?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-4021916949381619997?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-10716544187195689952007-04-29T13:53:00.000-04:002008-12-10T02:13:44.993-05:00You Must Not Know About Me, You Must Not Know About Me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RjTmRdpHKVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aNo8c8JD-mw/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StWpM79Hsao/RjTmRdpHKVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aNo8c8JD-mw/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058921469133138258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know...it was only a matter of time before the haters showed themselves here in Boston, but they are coming out in full force. Someone is talking mess about my dad, trying to rat him out about stuff that ain't true. Some other folks act like they are down with the cause, but they ain't. Then, there are some folks who are getting in our way, and some folks losing faith. It's all good, though. We ain't sweating nothing, you know what I'm saying?<br /><br />If you haters think y'all are going to knock us down you must be smoking some trees 'cause ain't no one will kept us down. Tomorrow is another day, and we'll be going full force so hard you might end up getting your arse bit by a dog. (And if you snitch, you won't be able to prove anything because a dog will bury that piece of arse and no one is going to see anything.)<br /><br /><br />Que se sabes tu de mi, no me hagas reír<br />Tu creías que eras imprescindible<br />pero sin tu amor no voy a morirme, baby<br /><br /><br />Que se sabes tu de mi, no me hagas reír<br />Me veras con otro hombre a mi lado<br />Ya lo ves traidor voy a sustituirte<br />Voy a olvidar tu amor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-1071654418719568995?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1174267289883817972007-03-18T22:18:00.000-04:002007-03-18T22:21:29.900-04:00This is why I'm HotSorry for the long time no see, partners. You see, Dad and I have been doing some traveling. We went to New York, New Haven and then Dad took his family to Montreal. A dog's been busy, yo! Anyway...I made my first video appearance when his brother Adam came to town. Check him out with Dylan. Man...these humans know how to hold it down.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkBLgz71NYk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkBLgz71NYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-117426728988381797?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1166558539688990682006-12-19T15:00:00.000-05:002007-03-18T21:27:46.774-04:00Bear WitnessThis is a video of me in New Mexico...the land of my birth. Bear Witness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116655853968899068?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1166074173397657912006-12-14T00:13:00.000-05:002006-12-14T00:35:09.656-05:00I hate you so much right now<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4769/2307/1600/381792/ThanksVisit%20013.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4769/2307/320/348470/ThanksVisit%20013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />How can I say this? I HATE SNOW. I mean, I really, really hate it. I hate it like I hate crazy-ass cats, like I hate animal control, like I hate leashes, like I hate baths, like I hate vet check ups, like I hate pit bulls. We got a little snow last week, and I hated it. Yeah, yeah. I know it's coming. New England is like that in December, snowing and all. And it will be that way in Jan and Feb. But I hate it, and when it comes down and Dad has to shovel that 'cain looking stuff off his car, he hates it, too. Believe me.<br /><br />When it snowed in New Mexico, it wasn't all that bad. It didn't stick and we had cool mountains to look it. Not in Boston. Oh no. You ain't got nothing here but grey skies and no driving-ass motorists. (One almost hit me the other day when I was doing my thang...on the sidewalk, yo!) You ain't got nothing here for Red Sox and Yankees fans. That's boring, yo.<br /><br />When Dad's ready to go back down to the durty South(west), I'm all for it. More doggie diversity there anyway. The wolves and coyotes run things out there. Not like here, where all these show dogs rule. Wouldn't know how to kill a rabbit if they tried.<br /><br />I hate you so much right now<br />I hate you so much right now<br />I hate you so much right now<br />Ahh...<br /><br />I hate you so much right now<br />I hate you so much right now<br />I hate you so much right now<br />Ahh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116607417339765791?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1164920767112364052006-11-30T15:54:00.000-05:002006-11-30T16:06:08.876-05:00Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4769/2307/1600/288500/moreschipps.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4769/2307/320/349620/moreschipps.png" border="0" /></a>Sorry about the long no post, but a dog has been busy. I been going outside to get my park on right before that white stuff comes down from the sky.<br /><br />Anyway, check it. My dad started a new podcast at work dealing with People of Color. You gotta check it out. <a href="http://graphics.boston.com/globe/special/podcast/bostonglobe_atd_11262006.mp3">Click here</a>. I even have it on my iPod. He and his co-workers are breaking it down. It's got music and everything. Just wait for this Christmas special. It's going to be hype. These New Englands won't know what hit 'em.<br /><br />I've been thinking...I need to get my own podcast. It'll be about schipps holding it down.<br /><br />Tupac Da Dogg rippin the microphone the way I do<br />Listen close, my brothers, cause I'm talkin to you<br />The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle<br />Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild...<br /><br />I got an idea, give me a minute<br />And if it makes sense, then get with it<br />What if we could take our enemies, feed em poison<br />Undereducate their girls and boys and<br />Split em up, make em fight one another<br />Better yet, make em kill for a color<br />All my brothers need to know one thing<br />No matter what you think, we're all in the same gang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116492076711236405?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1162343241151074012006-10-31T19:59:00.000-05:002006-10-31T20:07:21.180-05:00This year halloween fell on a weekend<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/1600/schipdevil.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/320/schipdevil.jpg" border="0" /></a>This year halloween fell on a weekend<br />Me and geto Dad are trick-or-treating<br />Robbing little kids for bags<br />Till an old man got behind our ass<br />So we speeded up the pace<br />Took a look back and he was right before our face<br />We'd be in for a squab no doubt<br />So I swung and hit the doggie in his mouth<br /><br />Ah man, homie<br />My mind is playing tricks on me<br /><br />OK. So my costume ain't all that scary, and today is Halloween. So what, yo. Tonight my bark will be enough. Dad and I are going outside to scare some kids. I hate to say it, but Dad don't need no costume 'cuz he's one ugly human. But he's still my boy and all.<br /><br />Go get some candy, Tupac Da Dogg lovers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116234324115107401?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1162263319796436882006-10-30T21:47:00.000-05:002006-10-30T21:55:19.866-05:00Can I get a what, what?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/1600/DSC_0012.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/200/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mexico, Maine?!!!! Yep. This place exist. It was one of the many crazy ass places Dad and I came across while up there. I wanted so bad to ask people what they called themselves there. I wanted to say, "Hey yo. Like what do you townspeople call yourselves? You know, like when the mayor says 'in the name of progress I want all ________ to help fix this town!'" Funny thing was, Dad was the only real Mexican for miles. And I was the only New Mexican for miles. We even had to cross a river to get to this town! (No border patrol, though..er er er).<br /><br />Can I hit in the MORNING<br />without givin you half of my dough<br />And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?<br />If I couldn't get you finer things<br />like all of them diamond rings (female dogs) KILL FOR<br />would you STILL ROLL?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116226331979643688?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1162261760119468122006-10-30T21:11:00.000-05:002006-10-30T21:29:20.140-05:00If I was your best friend<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/1600/tupacmaine.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/320/tupacmaine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So check it. I've been travelling 'round New England with dad to watch the leave turn colors and stuff, right? That's why I've been a away for some time now. Anyway, the other week dad takes me to ... Maine! I mean, like the state Maine! Man, a dog never thought he'd go up. The mothas can't even spell the place right. Anyway, we go and decide to hike up some "mountain." Man, these New Englanders don't know how we New Mexican dogs hold it down. But check it...it was hard, yo!<br /><br />The trail was all steep and stuff. Plus, it got muddy in certain spots, and I even fell down. Dad did, too, but I stuck by him like a good dog is supposed to. I could have left him to go mack on some wild coyotes, but nah, I stuck by my homeboy. Remember, fools, a dog is your best friend, no matter what part of da world.<br /><br />If I was your best friend,<br />I want you 'round all the time<br />(I want you 'round me all the time)<br />Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine<br />(Girl promise you'll be mine)<br />Please say he's just a friend<br />(Uh huh)<br />now girl let's not pretend<br />(Come on)<br />Either he is or he ain't your man<br />(Ha Ha!)<br />please say he's just a friend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-116226176011946812?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680270.post-1159046069614432152006-09-23T16:51:00.000-04:002006-09-23T17:14:29.626-04:00Bling bling!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/1600/lettytupac.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/320/lettytupac.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Look closely at my Dad's homegirl's hand. See that rock? Yep. La Letty here and her man Brian just got engaged. She won't tell anyone, but if you press a little button under the ring, the rock lights up. That's so ghetto. Anyway, these NY Queens peeps seem like they're happy. I've already promised to be the ring dog at the wedding. And I'm going to be the Dogfather to their first child.<br /><br />I told Letty here after your man finishes paying off this Ice here, you should get a dog. Every house has to have a dog, you know what I'm saying? Especially if you stay in New York. Then you have to get your Dog some Ice, too. I'm trying to get Dad to put a gold grill in my mouth. That would be so cool!<br /><br />Bling bling<br />Everytime I come around yo' city<br />Bling bling<br />Pinky ring worth about 50<br />Bling bling<br />Everytime I buy a new ride<br />Bling bling<br />Lorenzos on Yokahama tires<br />Bling bling<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/1600/thering.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2307/320/thering.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22680270-115904606961443215?l=whenwearrive.blogspot.com'/></div>Tupac Da Dogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446676369674192826noreply@blogger.com9