Nothing But The Dogg Lyrics

Nothing But The Dogg lyrics

[Verse 1]



If you ain't knowin' who we is by now, check the logo



We niggas from the streets so police want a photo



Never catch me solo, I roll with the click



We all spit raw shit and try to get more dough



No more games, we got things to gain



Takin' first class flights, we deep on planes



Only speak on lanes



So my real niggas know, suppose no one chose to expose it



Figure it out, we out to sprout over cowards in doubt



Makin' over the towers, doin' albums in hours



On a route about ten hours, we got powers



With rhymes that come down on y'all like rain showers







[Hook]



Whoa, it's nothing but the dog in me



Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa



It's nothing but the dog in me



All y'all know it ain't nothing but the dog in a nigga



It's nothing but the dog in me



Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa



It's nothing but the dog in me



Oh no, oh no







[Verse 2]



I roll with a pack of dogs who will rob you for your goods



From neighborhood to neighborhood we gettin' the goods



Ran in Chavon home, with the author jasaki



Cock it, lock it and pocket, cook it up and rock it



I talk this like I walk this, true G on the scene



With green, strapped with a killin' machine



Triple beam scheme dreams are made up



Niggas came up, they get brought up



Who's the man, the land of the land gun in hand



Got cash in my hand, weighin' at least a grand



I got gold on my neck that will never fade



Cut ya neck with a blade and it's hard to fade, ha ha







[Hook]



It's nothing but the dog in me



It's nothing but the dog in me, uh uh like that



It's nothing but the dog in me



It's nothing but the dog in me



Uh, uh, uh







[Verse 3]



We kkep it movin' take it over to make it happen



West Coast bringin' the heat pushin' it platinum



That tape, CD rhyme piece



And buy em' for the homies on the two-way calm keeps calm



Bonafide, boss ballin' we tycoons



Used to post on the block, break trees and sip Boone's



Criss-cross state to state, we federal



Hand held PC, ship bags of dough



Make records, doin' albums in one night



Cause we way too tight, Daz, Big, and Tel might



Bust one, for the six figure digits



Real niggas spit this and stay away from weak shit







[Hook]



It's nothing but the dog in me



Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa



It's nothing but the dog in me



Wild out y'all we know how it is out there



It's nothing but the dog in me



Hey baby, how ya doin'



It's nothing but the dog in me







[Verse 4]



What that is dog, that's that s-h-i-t



Who that is dog, who the fuck else but Don P.



Exquisite with the flash and fuckin' with the figuro



And that nigga that's dealio so what the dealio



From Long Beach to the filthy Moe, you ain't know



Niggas spittin' like they macks and calicos



Niggas is gettin' low



Bitch soon as you hear this shit hit the floor



Fleas and ticks climbin' all on my dick soon as I hit the door



Cause they know that the Hand from the town puts it down



Get off Remy, X-O, then I doggystyle ya ho



Break her for all ya dough then hit the studio



Keep bustin' like you motherfuckers want some more