Perhaps I’ve been watching too much of The Wire with mom, but I’ve got to get something off my chest:
Let’s get one thing straight.
I’m a dawg.
I might mostly be a dog, and a lovely one at that, but I’m a dawg at heart.
Because every good dog has a little bit of bad dawg in him. Ya feel me? (Or feed me. I’d almost prefer that.)
So take a look. And don’t forget what you see.
Bitches Love Me
I know I usually write like the sweet and loving dog I am, but tonight’s a little different. Tonight I’m a dawg.
And if you don’t like my tone, or if I’m curt with you, that’s because time is of the essence and I’m one bad ass mother-loving pupper.
So what does it take to be a dawg, you ask?
First of all, you gotta be, act, and live hood rich.
Take a hot second and look at my crib.
Pup pimp lights:
Pup Pimp Lights
And more bling than I could fetch a stick at:
Mercedes Benz Couch
And let’s not forget my main pig. She cooks good, looks good, and loves good. Mad love 4eva piggy baby. You always gonna be my main pig.
Piggy loves good
Piggy looks good
But to be a real dawg, you can’t just live da life, you gotta love da life.
Go on and marinate on that a minute. (And marinate something for me while you’re at it. Daddy gotta eat.)
I don’t just sleep in, I sleep until 3.
They ain’t no alarms in this crib
I sleep when I want
I don’t just have a posse, I coordinate with my peeps.
We only got gingers in this crew
Tito n Twigz out da house
And I don’t just have threads, I look better than you ever will.
I got mad threads, yo
So, now you see I’m not just a dog, but a mighty fine dawg.
Ten pounds of dawg-gone, dawg-walkin’, dawg-talkin’, mother-loving dawg.
Word to my mother
And if you don’t agree with me, you can go on and shut the pup up.
Mad dawg love to my peeps and pups.