Mack 10 feat. B.G. Dog About It Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Hate in Yo Eyes
  • 3 Let the Thugs in the Club
  • 4 So Serious
  • 5 Connected for Life
  • 6 Dominoes (skit)
  • 7 That Bitch Is Bad
  • 8 Do the Damn Thing
  • 9 King Pin Dream
  • 10 Work
  • 11 No Dick (skit)
  • 12 No Dick at All
  • 13 Mathematics
  • 14 Let It Be Known
  • 15 Announcement (skit)
  • 16 We Can Never Be Friends
  • 17 Dog About It
  • 18 Murder
  • [B.G.]
    Look here my *****, it's for your own **********ing 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 ***** 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
    **** wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy
    Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
    I speak this **** cause I mean it my *****
    I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my *****
    A lot of *****s don't walk it, and talk about it
    But this ***** 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 *****, we walks that walk and talk that talk *****

    [Mack 10]
    ***** I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin'
    And leave my enemies dead and their ****in' 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 **** 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 ****in' 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]

    I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-****-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, "*****s 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 ***** is a **********in' 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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