Logdoggs Logdoggs Lyrics

Intro: Yeah! Logdoggs! 2006, man! D-Warrior in da house! And I'm in the studio! My dream came true, man! Yeah! And what about you!?! And what about you, man!?! C'mon! Yeah!

Chorus:
So this is Logdoggs!
***, there is no jokes!
Na-na-na,makin' a real beat!
Na-na-na,makin' a real s___!

Verse 1:
Time of the beats, it's time of the hits.
I know everything that dude just needs:
It good beats and very big t__s,
This is atmosphere where I write my hits!
This is my hommie, clever I've ever had!
This is my hommie, his name's Azamat!
We rockin' up (huh!) right in da house,
So, ***, you can dance or bounce(bounce!)
Better never try to beef with my crew,
Or your freaky friends will never find you!
Battlin' with us is like a disaster
You will see your face before and after!
You will look like a b__,
Suck my ***, drink my c__
It's no harm, why you stay like a dumb,
Call your mom, call your damp friends,
Put them hands in the air, anywhere,
Just remember we're right there!
Listen, folks, there's no jokes,
We're Logdoggs, give us *** hugs! (*** hugs!!!)

Pre-chorus: Yeah! So bring the beat back, man! C'mon!

Chorus

Verse 2:
Little ***, this is not chorus.
c___arockers, this is song-verse.
***, we don't smoke weed (We don't smoke weed!)
We don't do it cuz we don't need! (Ah-ah, we don't need!)
Now I'm gonna sing you some verse,
And it will be after this verse.
Na-na-na, makin' a real beat!
Na-na-na, makin' a real s___!

Verse 3:
Hey, hommie, this is we're again up in this b____!
Ready to rhyme, ready to shine, hommie, yeah!
Top I'm gonna take what's my, man!
With my man Renegade and my man Daulen and my friend!
We are ditry, you know the *** reason!
South Capital / Almaty, yeah!
Give the big t__s cuz we are dirty!
I said South Capital, capital - A.L.M.A.T. to the Y!
You gotta just scream "*** South Side!"
You can ask why we always say South Side, Kazakhstan,
I don't give a d___
Cuz the main thing is that we have a things to represent:
It's T.C.B., Renegade and D and of course South Side, Almaty, yeah!

Pre-chorus: Yeah! South Side, Almaty, man, c'mon!

Chorus

Verse 4:
Well, fellas, this is Dude with a new track
And you know I'm gonna rock like a dead 2Pac!
So you better get locked or you wanna be cracked!?!
You'll be sent to the grave and you won't be back!
L to the D is right now on the top,
And you better take a dynamite and make it sap!(sap!)
Double blow to the teeth and there is gap!(gap!)
Homie, if you're wanna know we ain't gonna just stop!
Cuz we're gonna pop 'till you be on your lap,
And you lookin' so tired so you better take nap.
Yeah! This is rap,
It ain't made in a lab,
It is written on the paper, comin' up from the top!
And you better take a friend, go and chill in a club,
***, keep jumpin' while I'm doin' my job!
And I'm gonna stop cuz it's gettin' too hot,
Sweater's better than a cheddar,
One bullet-one shot!

Chorus (2X)