No Fronts / Who’s The King? – DOG EAT DOG

Dog Eat Dog é uma banda dos Estados Unidos originalmente de Bergen, Nova Jérsei, iniciando em 1990 como uma banda de hardcore de Nova Iorque e Nova Jérsei. Na última década, o som da banda evoluiu com a incorporação dos elementos do funk, ska e do hip hop.

Still down with the fat joint
And only getting bigga
Respect to my man JMK with the zigga
Dog eat dog
What we gotta say we could hit this jam in the old school way
So rock your body baby, roll your mind
Hip-hop in the spirit
If you know the time
Are we blowing, yeah!
Start, blowing, you know it
By the smell on the skunk
It’s the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply and pass it around
C’mon everybody lets all get down
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
I’m here to introduce a member to you
a life time member of the dog eat dog crew
Its me JC, I’m the AKG
And can nobody rock the mic like me
All around the world we do our thing
and if your wack step back
‘coz were down with the king
So drop that bass, smack with the drum
now heavy on the horn, now it weighs a ton
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
yeah nothing but the fun of it
and this is how we do it
I’m sick
fun
this is how we do it
yeah, yeah, yeah
this is how its done
All right kid what you want you get
many different styles that we present
time to show and prove if your in the groove
don’t sleep as we can make a move
but come correct ‘cos vibes are true
No F. R.O.N.T.S true
Now that is the style have no fear
Jay hit the Fader
Peace I’m Outta here
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun

Who’s The King?
You’re like the King of Rock & Roll
Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol
Like the King
you’re only headed for the ground
Your own Graceland Your body never found
I smell a rat up the back
But no a former champion
The hardest man alive’s in an Indiana prison
What does Donnie do about that?
He lets his main man rot
As his pockets grow fat
Don’t snooze, ya gotta make your moves
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
But still Rodney King got treated like dirt
And why can’t we all get along
Why get along with the cops
They beat ya like a dog
Jumpin high with pride
in the red, white & blue
Was it the thrills, the spills
Of the Rocket cycle dude
The King dare devil
Took it to another level,
Evil Knievel, a well paid rebel

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