Dog About It
Mack 10, B.G.
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[B.G.] Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good You want to 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 ducking coppers Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion An told me to meet him at LAX and its `bout some business I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta tripping Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit F*ck 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 don't walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. goin' be dog about it [Chorus: B.G.: x2] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga [Mack 10] Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin' And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin' Don't doubt it, it's 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 That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack But firsts things first, find him, hit 'em with the tool Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven And if you f*ck wit Mack, then it's a 187 So if you do me, then I'll 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 I'm a straight dog about it plus a West side rider [Chorus: x2] [B.G.] I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-f*ck-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 it`s 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, ain't a damn thing changed [Chorus: x3]
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