Tim Dog

Tim Dog - Dog Baby lyrics

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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 !]
 (4x 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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Dis-Stress Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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