Wolves

[Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf, he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf who made a widower of Grandpa [Verse 1: U-God] Yo, must I flex my cash to sex your ass? I wet the Ave. when I set my path The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks, they better cash Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin' you fast Jumpin' out of cabs, grabbin' money bags Next shot go right through your hovercraft You do the math, my acid tongue slash When will you learn it's return of Shaft The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr The apple Martini, of course it's stirred I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf, he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf who made a widower of Grandpa [Verse 2: Method Man] Damn, defecatin' on the map Wu-Tang takin' it back, no fakin' in the rap (Nah) How real is that, 'cause niggas hatin' on the fact That the kid is blazin' this track and hatin' on 'em back (Yeah) My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack Duckin' po'-po, blowin' smoke O's in the 'Llac To be exact, don't want no hassle with the Stat In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back Yeah, it's all grillin', how the fuck y'all feelin'? Non-stop park killin', on the block we was killin' 'em The arch villains, when the blood start spillin' Any stuck start squealin', body bags we was fillin' 'em Yeah, now I got it in the smash An ounce of marijuana and a llama in the dash Me and my comrades followin' the cash And livin' every day like tomorrow is the last [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf, he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa [Bridge: George Clinton] I'm like the St. Bernard to your baby When you're lost out in the snow Like a coyote out on the desert Where the foxes never go And the wolf, they never go [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it? Or would you take it for somethin' else and get tore the fuck up? Men come together for the common cause To beat your ass just because There's a line you don't cross offendin' the boss While of course his one selectin' through your head shot I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin' Fifteen sets of this will have you swollen Ladies like, "Damn, Papa, you lookin' right I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke" I write when the energy's right to spark friction DJ cuttin' it, spinnin' it back, mixin' Great pop knock tickin', poetry description For the motion picture reenactment Activate a hired assassin, keep it classic Rap evolution, every Black, yo, pass that [Chorus: George Clinton] The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf, he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa