Hounddogz Lyrics - Kizz My Black Azz - Mc Ren

The year is 87' 

Back in the 12th grade g 

When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls 

Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz 

We got dissed 'cause we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo 

Because it's all about self 

We used to try to get the number and the name 

But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game 

We used to try to fuck with ho's 

In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass 

We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew, 

But what the fuck can I do? 

They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why? ] 

Because my feet was my transport 

You ax 'em to dance they start to riff 

And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift 

But now the tables turned around 

Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down 

I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones 

They're thinkin' they're fine and also runnin' the same line : 

"what's up ren, we used to be in the same class" 

I'm shakin' my head yeah, now listen to line ass 

They ax me what have I been up to, 

Knowin' damn well I made money for my record sales 

I zip on my drink and say see ya 

'cause only a four leg and pregnant mud can be ya' 

People that used to hate me 

Now when they see me they speak first 

But used to demon raps 'cause I cursed 

They used to say I would'nt make it 'cause I use profanity 

And call myself a nigga with an attitude 

But once again the tables turned around 

Niggaz tryin' to be down - walkin' up like a hound 

Especially the ones that never had nothin' to say 

Now they talk to me like enow and everyday 

Axin' me what's up with eazy 

Or dr. dre, yo did he marry miss she'ly? 

Or did the d.o.c get his voice back, 

And niggaz think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine 

'cause when I come around I wanna kick it 

The ..... is axin' me for concert tickets 

The same fools, that used to go to my school 

When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool 

So if you realy wanna be down - 

Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound! 

The hound-dogs, they come in all shapes n' sizes 

Jackin' 'round ren with a gang o' surprises 

Nothin' but a groopy in sheep's clothin' 

The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph 

I feel like I'm on a talkshow 

Because they ax all the questions then say they gotta go 

Never wanna know how I'm makin' out 

All they wanna know is when my alboum's commin' out 

Or ax me - 'yo ren, when are you goin' on tour? ' 

I tell 'em 'the same time like I told you before' 

Then there's always one beggin' for me to kick hm down 

For pissin' on my leg I never knew you you fuckin' hound! 

So go back to your home and fetch yo' bone 

And quit retrievin' on mine 'cause nigga you got your own 

And talk about me behind my back - nigga please! 

So much of a hound, all you're missin' is your flees 

Scratchin' all day because you're itchin' 

You're tryin' to get news wishin' you was in my shoes 

But trippin' like that you'd never be down 

'cause ren don't likes a fuckin' hound - 

You straight hound-dog!