The life I lead isn't half of a dog, I may have fleas but I run a yard.I see those clones looking down on me, but unlike those clones this dog is free.Oh Lord it's a dog's life.I'm feeling kinda iry.That's my belly that's iry.Straight up it's a dog's life, wait wait wait stop that track.Let's rewind, retract, post-slack and roll back to the days when I hung with G-Mac.You got the face facts so relap.Met his homie E-Low, met his cousin D-Low.Moved into his house and we didn't want to be broke.So rope, slum, smoke, I wrote rhymes.Decided way back that we had good times.And we drank brews and we shopped booze.Both got ladies and broke the brews.But I snoozed my squeeze, cleaned my slate.And like a dog should yo I pinched on his plate.I'm loving Southern Cali, drinking brews in the alleys.Holding down the stages from Diego to the Valley.Busting up my cow, we getting lifted up the mountain.As I fly going big at Snow Valley.Oh Lord it's a dog's life.I'm feeling kinda iry.That's why my ladies like me.The life I lead is the life of a dog.I may have fleas, but I run a yacht.I ain't no slave to a certain attire.No rat race clone, I'll never be that guy.I ain't caught up in some selfish career.I'm living in love, Lord, and not in fear.I see those clones looking down on me.But unlike those clones, I'm on his team.Save them all for the clones.My mental's homegrown.I'd rather be myself than live my life like a drone.If you got a job, here's what I say.You'll be off to work and I'll be on my way.Skate a pipe, I'll go dirt bike riding.You'll be punching clocks and I'll be grinding and striking.Fifty-fifty grinds, can't cancel knack-knacks.It really don't matter cause I roam with the dog pack.All I need's a dog slap, dog slap.All I am style, these flows make me iry.My satisfaction when the crowd get smiley.Behind me, chatting cottonmouth kings.But we all stay busting round the block with rings.I'm feeling kinda iry.It's crumbling inside me.Shower, shower, shower, shower, shower, shower, shower.I'm feeling kinda iry.It's crumbling inside me.Shower, shower, shower, shower, shower, shower.Lord have mercy.Forgive me for my sins.I live the dog slap.So how do I begin?I ain't never had a dope track to ride a dope rap.I started with a broke back, then I had no dad.No phone track to play back, just my ghetto blaster.A ball grip with D-Lo, then I'm like the master.I'm marching to go to work on a Monday morning while I contemplate.Lord, what I'm doing, I might go surf.I'll write the song instead.I might pop a speech and he can go back to bed.Or call daddy, ex-lord, me true brethren.Cashing latest stuff from the new to rude.I bummed for years Demond, but me style on button now.If ya got a mouth, kings upon me to rude rhythm.I live the dog slap.I live the dog slap, dog slip.I live the dog slap.I live the dog slap, dog slip.I live the dog slap.I live the dog slap, dog slip.I live the dog slap, no slip.I live the dog slap, dog slip.