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Chorus:
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
(Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all)
To a place that be, call it LBC
(I'm ridin' wit'cha baby)
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
To a place that be, call it LBC

1st Verse:
Now if you tired of the hard work
tears and sweat
and you breakin' your neck
and you still up in debt.
Walkin' round town all strapped in,
niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did.
Two strikes none left, out of breath
Livin' in the city it's a jungle yo.
All this deception on top of stress,
you havin' more problems than a algebra test.
You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent,
and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent.
It's a thin line, between yours and mine
the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime.
Now I know a place where
Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline.

Chorus

2nd Verse:
Oh your homies think you're funny?
Doin' stick ups for moneys
Just to impress the honeys (This is for the honeys)
Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack,
you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat.
You all about yo' money and got something to sell
but if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell.
You chillin' wit yo' feet up
Someone hated but baby without the homies and
that's when you got beat up.
Because you can't be out there doin' low
and then right gather up yo' crew and roll.
Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt,
somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt.
But see, I know a place where
you might wanna be
and I can take you there
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline.

Chorus

Bridge One:
Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all.
To a place that Hoy me propongo fundar un partido de sueños,
talleres donde reparar alas de colibríes.
Se admiten tarados, enfermos, gordos sin amor,
tullidos, enanos, vampiros y días sin sol.

Hoy voy a patrocinar el candor desahuciado,
esa crítica masa de Dios que no es pos ni moderna.
Se admiten proscritos, rabiosos, pueblos sin hogar,
desaparecidos deudores del banco mundial.

Por una calle
descascarada
por una mano
bien apretada.

Hoy voy a hacer asamblea de flores marchitas,
de deshechos de fiesta infantil, de piñatas usadas,
de sombras en pena -del reino de lo natural-
que otorgan licencia a cualquier artefacto de amar.

Por el levante,
por el poniente,
por el deseo,
por la simiente.

por tanta noche,
por el sol diario,
en compañía
y en solitario.

Ala de colibrí,
liviana y pura.
Ala de colibrí
para la cura.