Bronx N***a - Tim Dog

Rollin' around with my 10-man crew

Lookin' for a nigga that they call Boo

He’s a stick-up kid living on the block

Stickin' up niggas out after dark

He was fucking with my little brother the other night

My brother said the punk cold took his bike

I was mad and I was gettin' upset

Got two clips with my nine and then jet

And you can guess what I’m gonna do

While I’m ridin' 'round with my crew

I’mma blast that nigga, I’mma shoot that nigga

I’mma smoke that nigga, I’mma do that nigga

Yeah, cause I want niggas to know that I’m Dog

And I’m runnin' the show

Just then my man said «Look»

«There goes the nigga, there goes the crook»

Shhh — be quiet man.

Pull over…

Yeah, I’mma show this nigga what time it is

Yeah, let me get out…

Ayyo Boo, ayyo Boo, come here man, come here

(Boo) Yeah, what’s up?

What’s up?

Ayyo, check this out here…

(Pop-pop-pop)

To hell with you!

I’m a Bronx nigga

I’m a Bronx nigga, I’m a Bronx nigga (x3)

Standin' on the Ave., One-Six-Nine

Bitches lookin' dope and I’m going for mine

There’s a girl named Lisa lookin' kind of fly

She walked by and cold winked her eye

Awww shit, the bitch is on my dick

That’s the piece of ass that I’ve got to hit

So I make my move, start to kick game

She had the nerve to ask me my name

«I'm the Dog, the largest motherfucker in my block

«Get in my car and let’s hit the spot

«What's the spot?

The spot that’s my cribbo

«My place, my pad, bitch you know

«It's the place where I put my head to rest

«Just get in my ride and I’ll tell you the rest»

We was out and I was doin' 95

Got to the crib in ten minutes time

Poured her a nice cold drink

Whispered in her ear and said «I know what you think»

She said «What?

I said «I think you’re all that»

«How can you tell?»

«Because your ass is phat»

She said «What?

I know you’re not tryin' to diss»

«Naw, I’m just playin'.

Yo, give me a kiss»

I was tonging the bitch down and finger-poppin'

Next thing you know, her panties start droppin'

I was dickin' her, dickin' her, dickin' her well

Dickin' her, dickin' her, dickin' her well

Dickin' her, dickin' her, dickin' her well…

Until the bitch started to yell

I got up, washed my dick and got dressed

She said «Dog you know you fuck the best»

I said «Put on your shit, let’s break out

«This ain’t no motherfuckin' stake-out»

We was out, dropped the bitch at the train

Threw her a token, said «Forget my name»

She got upset and called me a «bum nigga»

I said, «No baby, huh, I’m a Bronx nigga»

I’m a Bronx nigga, I’m a Bronx nigga (x3)

I’m a Black man tryin' to make an honest buck

But Five-O don’t give a fuck

Pullin' me over at every single light

Hawking me every night

But there’s this one night when the Five-O rolled up

Pulled me over and said «Enough is enough»

(POLICE OFFICER) «Hey, let me see your driver’s license and your registration

right now, BOY!»

Yo, why it gotta be all that?

What did I do?

I didn’t do nothin', man.

Why you fuckin' with me?

(POLICE OFFICER) «Don't give me any of that smart talk nigga, or I’ll haul your

ass down to jail right now.»

Aiight, I got somethin' for you…

(Automatic gunfire)

Smoked his ass, that’s why I’m livin'

Later on that night, the news:

(TV reporter) «Black youth kills police officer in the Bronx.

Details at 11.»

See that shit?

It’s already on TV

But if it was me, you would have never seen that shit get live on the air

The motherfuckers don’t care

That’s why I live by the trigger

You know why… cause I’m a Bronx nigga

I’m a Bronx nigga, I’m a Bronx nigga (x3)