(*breathing noises mixed with a dog barking*)
(*bow wow - repeated*)
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ...
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ...
[Verse 1]
Kitty cat, kitty cat run, run, run
I`m the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun
Lookin for a coochie proper
Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama
Never make babies, can`t get rabies
Makin head hit and it`s crazy
And when I catch a little kitty lookin oh so tough (hmm)
Bring hot water cause I might get stuck
EW!, while I`ma stop in Cosmo
Cause my lyrical content is gando
Stickin to the mind of the critics
I`m still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey come here buddy)
Bow wow was the sound of the hound with the C town crown
I sniff around `til I pin cats down
They like to run up trees
but I can bring `em back down with a jingle of my car keys
Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty
I can`t let a cat run past me
Watch your skirt when your walkin through the mall
Cause I ain`t nothin but a nasty dog
[Break]
(bow wow - repeated and mixed with a dog barking)
(Yeah)
(What kind of dog is this?)
Dog
(I ain`t nothin) but a nasty dog ...
(What kinda dog is this?)
[Skit]
(*Woman knocks on door*)
Woman #1: What you want?
Woman #2: Can Mix come out to play?
Woman #1: Nasty bitch
[Verse 2]
So I`m back puttin black kitty cats on their backs
Big macks never lag, on wax I`ma low down dog
I just stepped up and other dogs wanna flex up
I ain`t tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker
So sit on down and watch the bank stacker
It still ain`t easy G
But this dog`s a Bentley
So I`ma chase that cat `til I can`t chase no mo`
There she goes in a drop top Rocko
What`s up with your car sweetie?
Come on down and jump in the Black-ini
Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain`t down
Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow
Another brother can`t see me
But he wants to be me
I`m layin these thangs on `em freely
Now you got fo` fo` chromes, straight layin on your dome
And get your mangy ass on
Back to the kitty, cause she`s kinda pretty
I`m couldn`t stop lookin at her ta-ta-ta .. face
Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog
Little did she know I`ma nasty dog
[Break] - w/ ad libs
(old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old DOG)
[Verse 3]
I`m slingin that game like it ain`t jack
She`s fat, black cat but she won`t look back
Rollin this Viper, tryna entice her
Don`t need a front but I likes to
Get me an attitude, fightin over who pulls up
Two dogs in a sports car, playin old cuts
turned down the James Brown
I said what`s up girl but she still won`t turn around
Attitude (what up), attitude (what`s up)
When the girls are playin the role and what do we do? (call `em stuck up)
Now we`re both tryna front like we don`t care
Whip a U-Turn to get a quick stare
But the face was hurtin (damn)
The girl`s grill was tore up, mustache wasn`t workin
Grandma old face with a nom ass body
Mack Daddy didn`t want this hotty
Flashback to the cryin game
I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang
Usually I`m quick to mack but that`s road kill, back it up black
Quiz it, to giz it with the quick hiz its
For zeeze it, tazease it, it`s hard for me to leave it
Not sexist, just sexy with my dia-logue
Cause I`ma nasty (*scratching*) (*dog bark*) (snapping and barking and
biting) dog
(snapping and barking and biting) - 3X
[Break] - (bow wow - repeated and mixed with a dog barking) - w/ ad libs
Cause I`ma nasty dog
Yeah, dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog
