DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA

DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA - Nothing but the Dog 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

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