TIM DOG

TIM DOG - Dog Ba lyrics

Huh...yeah...

Comin back with that East Coast flavor...

1994...yeah...

Mista Busta, where you at?

Can't scrap a lick, hey yo those rhymes is whack

You need to keep yo corny ass at makin beef

You be soundin like a kid from Sesame's Street

Tryin to dis D-O-G when that ain't right

Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain't right

Gettin funky on me when that ain't right

When I be givin it to your girl every other night

I get down for my crown and I represent

Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent

And if it means dissin you (fool) and yo crew (fool)

I'm comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo

Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon

And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun

Straight up, word up for the real

deal, not Hollyfield but still

I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson

When I'm grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah

And I just lay back in the flow

Rappers wanna step to me but they just don't know

That I'm the Dog...

[CHORUS:]

[It's the dog, baby baby

the dog, baby baby

the dog, baby baby

Tim Dog !]

[x4 while Tim Dog goes:]

Yeah !

Comin back with that East Coast flavor

Yeah !

Comin back like that !

I'm sittin in my crib watchin MTV

when this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me (Baby)

He try to flex on the D-O-G

But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn't see me

So shake your bones and your rattle

and leave your toy 9 at home and bring your skills to the battle

like Jeru, I'm gonna damage

Lookin for success and your ass is a Burgerking sandwich

It's a pitty fake niggaz gotta show off

I'll bust yo skinny ass with a saw-ed off

shotgun ! Didn't even know that I got one

I'm aiming at your brain

Come in my house of pain

Suckers try to flip, yo, I'm comin quick

with some super super bad boogie down Bronx shit

You rappers better run and hide

Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride (Let me ride)

on my D-I-...see ya

Told you you would D-I-...

E if you ever step to the D-O-G

Punk, you besta know the game

My nutsack is bigger so what's my name ?

[CHORUS]

I came in the door, I said it before

I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more

But he's bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme

I can't hold it back, I'm gonna go for mine

The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker

When it comes to whack MCs no I'm not a funk faker

I just smash, crash on that ass and put that ass in the trash

like it's nuthin you learned in class

I'm a real MC and I'm on my own

and if nobody got my back, I can hold my own

If I die, I die, if I live, I live

But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give

I don't care if you don't think I can win (word)

And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend (word)

And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in

come on and step right in, step right in to the...

[CHORUS]

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