Dog About It - Mack 10, B.G.

Look here my nigga;

it’s 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 don’t walk it, and talk about it

But this nigga B.G.

gon' be dog about it

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

Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain’t playin'

It’s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

I’m a dog nigga, and I’ma walk that walk and talk that talk nigga

Nigga I’m 'bout Sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin'

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 wit 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 Westside rider

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 talks that talk nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain’t playin'

It’s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

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

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

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 thang changed

When we in beef, 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 talks that talk nigga

When we come, we come, dog we ain’t playin'

It’s 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 ain’t playin'

It’s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame

We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever