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| Song: | Dog |
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Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Rolling 20s on your bands, do you ever quit stacking Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum When it comes to me, MC stands for making cash Come see me after midnight, I'm taking that ass, bitch Short Dog will be breaking your ass And if I don't, I bet I have you shaking your ass to the beat Nationwide, putting it down, we selling tapes In every bullshit town, from here to New York Back to California, niggas eating chicken, standing on the corner Ain't doing nothing out here but fussing Trying to live good, but a player still struggling Don't let the clean Benz fool ya Just buy the tape and let Short Dogs fool ya Educated, you know I made it I'm straight faded, got your main girl naked, can't take it She thought I was you and tried to trick me Lumped the bitch up, she came home with some niggas Better miss me with your crooked aim, trying to solve my name But you hooked up my game, you might have a lot of heart But you might not push me Showed up at the fight, I came tight like pussy Threw my hands in the air, guess what you found it Nationwide niggas got your ass surrounded Steady shaking like your bank head bouncing Trying to buy your way out, but the shit cost thousand Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit this game up in the air, hope you never could wrap it Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Rolling 20s on your pants till you ever could stack it Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit this game up in the air, hope you never could wrap it Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Everything you touch goes black You always standing in a circle spitting rap flows You need to start pimping, get some fat hoes Break them bitches for every last dime And buy your ass some studio time I ain't playing, nigga, you gotta pimp a Big fat hoe in the Nissan Sentra I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack 'Cause I'm a Mac since 1980 Been doing it like that when I was halfway through it I knew it, I could do it I flow this pimp game like fluid, true to it, I am bitch They can't stand it, get to hold your money Watch the bitch hand it to me The P-I-M-P, shorty, fuck champagne, bitch, I'm still drinking Forys, gin and juice, Hennessy straight I wanted to be a pimp ever since I was eight They called me Baby Capone, I wanted to fleet wood prone Wouldn't leave them hoes alone, Frank War clone I went to high school with niggas like Frank the Bank I can't think straight unless the dank stay Bitch, you thought I couldn't float on a day like this Now you wanna be pimps, wanna take my bitch But I came equipped with a backup hoe You ain't know, I might be dope Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Rolling 20s on your bands, do you ever quit stacking Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum It's hard to believe some of y'all still can't understand it Made a hundred songs just like I planned it Damn, it feels good to make it dance tonight From a nigga who barely had a chance in life On the mic you say, no more freaky tales, fuck that Bitch-ass nigga, get off my nut sack My only concern is that you learn the history of rap Is something you can't turn into a East Coast, West Coast, ancient myth You can't be with this funky stanky shit We put down the different readers of the country Go on tour, your girl sees me, she wants me Know I'm a doer, 'cause she's acting like a punk She heard you at the door, but the bitch got comfy I know you hate this shit, and I'm loving it Pulled out my dick and she was rubbing it Next thing I know, baby started sucking it Got real freaky, so I fucked the bitch Don't trip, you might've slipped, but you can have her back It's like that, and as a matter of fact I never would start no shit behind a bitch with you But if you wanna, my niggas gon' get with you I get more pussy than Ron Hightower Won't take long to bring it on, 'cause I'm high-powered
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