walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka,
Übersetzung: Mack 10. Dog About It.
walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it [Chorus: B.G.] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka
ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
cock Swede Bust them things not you slap be Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew
the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it
fluid Was a bitch and I knew it When it came down to it he was scared to bang that nigga dared the game to get his ass with his actions Been through it
millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie broads deny it They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private And you
low ride it ain't about sex no more niggas you betta fake you to give or you taking progressive procrastinate shoulda stayed boring dog calls want it
3] [Warren G] Mack 10 [Mack 10] What up? I know [Warren G] The paper's out there, ha ha [Mack 10] Yeah, Warren G [Warren G] What up? [Mack 10] You know
gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
'm a double back and do it again) So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school
where ya from, baby It's the last line, we can have some fun, maybe Me and B-La, yea, we got jungle fever But it's all about the money with us We don
bank, Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it
the dog in me baby Nigga thats pimp shit, born to mack Nothin' but the hog in me, that's what I said I was born to mack and at a young age I knew I'
for about 10 years or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking, all of the time 24-7 Spitting playboy rhymes I got a serious grind and it
the task force jack me The story's been told one million times About a boy growin up to a life of crime I heard it before, you heard it too But now, homeboy, it