Dog About It — текст песни (Mack 10)





Feat. b.g.

[b.g.]

Look here my nigga; its for your own motherfuckin good

You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods

If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood

How you get left, the only thing people can say is "ughh"

I been know for reignin choppers, bluka-bluka

Been stankin baller blockers and duckin coppers

Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion

An told me to meet him at la x and its bout some business

I flauge in, he tellin me some busta trippin

Please let your lil dog pay this cat a visit

Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy

Make sure his days livin, cut to a minimum

I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga

I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga

A lot of niggas dont walk it, and talk about it

But this nigga b.g. gon be dog about it



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

Im a dog nigga, and ima walk that walk and talk that talk nigga



[mack 10]

Nigga Im bout sherm smokin and trigga chokin

And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin blood soakin

Dont doubt it, its c.m.r so I shout it

Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about

I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo

Thats all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else I love

Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack

Youll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack

But firsts things first, find him, hit em wit the tool

Then make his blood ooze until theres no more to lose

Murder, murders a must, take the stairway to heaven

And if you fuck wit mack, then its a 187

So if you do me, then Ill do you

But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin crew

So fill the church up and get the units you recite of

Im a straight dog about it plus a westside rider



[chorus ­ b.g.]

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



[b.g.]

I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out

When I beef, slugs get bust at your house

All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town

You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now

I tried to tell ya when you was buckin, "settle down"

I tried to tell ya that, "lil b.g. is ghettoed down"

I tried to tell ya that, "niggas raw from uptown"

And release nothin but a hundred plus rounds



[mack 10]

Hold up b.g. blood, check it, I gotta know homie

And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin phony

Big stunter corlone gave the word and now its on

Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop em in his dome

Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano

Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin from his flannel

Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims

Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, aint a damn thang changed



[chorus ­ b.g.]

When we in beef, we come, and dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga



When we come, we come, dog we aint playin

Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever



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