Huh...yeah...
Comin back with that East Coast flavor...
1994...yeah...
Mista Busta where you at?
Can`t scrap a lick hey yo those rhymes is whack
You need to keep yo corny ass at makin beef
You be soundin like a kid from Sesame`s Street
Tryin to dis D O G when that ain`t right
Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain`t right
Gettin funky on me when that ain`t right
When I be givin it to your girl every other night
I get down for my crown and I represent
Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent
And if it means dissin you [fool] and yo crew [fool]
I`m comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo
Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon
And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun
Straight up, word up for the real
deal, not Hollyfield but still
I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson
When I`m grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah
And I just lay back in the flow
Rappers wanna step to me but they just don`t know
That I`m the Dog...
[CHORUS:]
[It`s the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
Tim Dog !]
(4x while Tim Dog goes:)
Yeah !
Comin back with that East Coast flavor
Yeah !
Comin back like that !
I`m sittin in my crib watchin MTV
when this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me [Baby]
He try to flex on the D-O-G
But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn`t see me
So shake your bones and your rattle
and leave your toy 9 at home and bring your skills to the battle
like Jeru, I`m gonna damage
Lookin for success and your ass is a Burgerking sandwich
It`s a pitty fake niggaz gotta show off
I`ll bust yo skinny ass with a saw-ed off
shotgun ! Didn`t even know that I got one
I`m aiming at your brain
Come in my house of pain
Suckers try to flip, yo, I`m comin quick
with some super super bad boogie down Bronx shit
You rappers better run and hide
Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride [Let me ride]
on my D-I-...see ya
Told you you would D-I-...
E if you ever step to the D-O-G
Punk, you besta know the game
My nutsack is bigger so what`s my name ?
[CHORUS]
I came in the door, I said it before
I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more
But he`s bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme
I can`t hold it back, I`m gonna go for mine
The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker
When it comes to whack MCs no I`m not a funk faker
I just smash, crash on that ass and put that ass in the trash
like it`s nuthin you learned in class
I`m a real MC and I`m on my own
and if nobody got my back, I can hold my own
If I die, I die, if I live, I live
But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give
I don`t care if you don`t think I can win [word]
And I don`t care if you don`t wanna be my friend [word]
And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in
come on and step right in, step right in to the...
[CHORUS]
