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cabra – stray dog strut lyrics

[produced by cabra]

[intro]
cabra!
yuh

[chorus 1]
stray dog strut you got me lookin’ like a mutt
askin’ all the “what?” before yo mouth you gotta shut
walkin’ in a rut, i’m out the cut, it’s in my gut
i think i had enough, i’m f+ckin’ p+ssed
i break a wrist, arrest resist

[verse 1]
alright, i’m breakin’ through the dirt like mr. resetti
got ‘em all sweaty, talkin’ like i’m feeling the petty
in my head i be the whole crew like ed, edd, n’ eddy
shotty with the lead+y, aimin’ steady
full of confetti
son of a sam, i don’t get smoked
up on a stage and you just gonna choke
think i’m a d+mn, talk of the folk
laughin’ at me like i said i’m a joke
tab of acid it’s my first time feelin’ placid!
and now i chase it with a strawberry antacid
kickin’ yo brain into the rift, can’t even afford a thrift
i’m miffed, i’m piffed, i’m ‘boutta lose out on a f+ckin’ shift
guitar f+ckin’ riffed, mama said i have a gift
well if that sh+t true without a crew i make it up there swift

[chorus]
stray dog strut you got me lookin’ like a mutt
askin’ all the “what?” before yo mouth you gotta shut
walkin’ in a rut, i’m out the cut, it’s in my gut
i think i had enough, i’m f+ckin’ p+ssed
i break a wrist, arrest resist

[verse 2]
stray dog through the f+ckin’ town
when i’m playing my sound they treat me like a clown
but i ain’t feelin’ down you know that i’ma come around
when you bury me just do it with a f+ckin’ crown

[chorus 2]
stray dog strut you got me lookin’ like a mutt
askin’ all the “what?” before yo mouth you gotta shut

[verse 3]
stray dog strut i gotta get in on my nut
stray dog strut, f+ckin’ on yo sl+t

[beat switch/interlude]

whoa you talking sh+t now? (d+mn, okay)
you’re an original, aren’t you?

[verse 4]
breakin’ it down, simple as it can be
one drop, bebop, i don’t got a plan b
f+ckin’ a verse worse
i’m fred durst with a curse and no rehe+rs+
i need me a f+ckin’ nurse
where the funk at? bass like a thundercat
home run bat, mortal kombat
she got an ass that’s fat i had a heart+attack
i don’t got a bottle of jack, i got the gat+gat
shakin’ that hair like i don’t got a care in the world
but i’m making it fair, now you got me sick with a hurl
f+ck a bad b+tch with the anime hair
that’s not fair but i just don’t care
i think that i’m bound to blow
funky flow, but i ain’t moving slow
smoking a pound and now my eyes real low
i been makin’ a sound like i’ma steal the show
that lil’ b+tch gon’ lose control
oh my god she move that pole
where the funk at bass like a thundercat
where the the funk at? (cabra!)
where the funk at?

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