Go Bosco, Go Lyrics

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

There's a little dog, and he kinda like my homie

Watches over Roland, cuz that is how he knows me

Bro goes out of town, now it's my turn to watch him

I know the secret rhythm that his pup has got all locked in

When I come by and the groove starts a-playin

Dawg'll throw back, shake his rump, I be sayin

How that little mutt got all these moves so fine

That we be dancin' all night to the 3, 6, 9 (ooh)

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Psych!

Outta nowhere now he's lettin' all the pack in

Roland woulda bust if he saw them paws scratchin

Up on his rug, with his chamomile tea

Now Bosco turnin' round like it's '73

I say

Dawg, give it up, this is wack, too crazy

But hounds can't hear me over Sly on the wavvies

Know this party's bumpin', pups, at the expense

Of your daddy's home crib, oh no, what a mess

Doggys, get it straight now, we cleanin' all this up

Get your collar, get your bowl, cut the funk, pack it up

Cause never have I ever let the vibe get so ruff

That my pal's dog gang leave the cushions all scuffed

Serves me right, who am I to think I'd make it as a dog dad

All my haters in the mail see me slippin' down bad (what)

Oh gosh

What was that

Did I really hear a key

Is Roland back already from his trip to Old Navy

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

That's him, here he comes, step to the side,

I'll take it on the chin, and swallow my pride

But Roland sees the mess, starts laughin' from his chest

Buddy looks like an egg cracked straight off the nest and

Picks up baby Bosco with the biggest ol' smile

Just another Sunday, thanks, glad you stayed for a while

Yo, bruh, I'm so sorry, the groove got out of hand

And man, your dog can really shake his cans

And listen, if you need it, I will take you to Ikea, cause

I think the cushions might have been peed on just a lil

So, totally, like I get it, if you don't wanna hang out

Funky little fido's got me all kinds of strung out

GoodGood

He says, with that big ol' grin

And he opens up his arms

And he pulls me in

This dog's gotta dance, every week, on the dot

And you're the only buddy that can keep up with his trot, so

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go

Go Bosco, Go, Go, Go Bosco, Go