Dog About It Lyrics - Singles - Mack 10

[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 

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 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 fuck 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-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 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]