Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog It's Not You!, artist - Cognito. Date of issue: 04.11.2002
Song language: English
Dog It's Not You! |
| Rick Ross, Caraseen Cartell |
| Got that, dog? |
| That’s not you |
| I’m respected like Neeno, dog, that’s not you |
| You more like G Money or Dutta Man |
| I brandish big guns, I’m like «fuck it, man» |
| Pistol to your chest, touch glands |
| I’m smoking the dope, not the Plush brand |
| I’m getting clean money, look ma, such as |
| I ghostwrite, race bikes, still pimpin on most nights |
| I keep most light, Fat Boy on the next page |
| You won’t feel me till the Teks wave, or your neck grazed (Bow your head, |
| let’s pray) |
| My name is Rick Ross, my aim, to hit y’all |
| Pack your bags Boo, why? |
| my dick soft |
| No love, I’m a killer, Mercedes Benz, wide-body filler |
| Champagne chiller, pop corks |
| Well-known on the golf course |
| Crimes of all sorts |
| Shit, it’s time to sign off |
| This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you) |
| You can catch me on the corner at 9 |
| Me and Ross with flame eyes |
| No, that’s not you |
| So, parents, be advised |
| Xerox ballers, y’all worst kinds of dirt |
| With your moms Christmas |
| Cut up fish scales, now you think you’re the harder than stone |
| Not enough to make a profit, plus you’re balling alone |
| Who you throwin' it to, don’t you see the defensive zone |
| I got ya heat seeking, wipe the sweat from your dome |
| You seen a Baywatch complements |
| The four-and-a-half and Charlie Brown getting kissed |
| Got the Ruger and the 6, I must confess |
| If it ain’t you, then leave it to true vets |
| I seen it once before, a little more gruesome than this |
| slit his throat, years ago, a hundred a brick |
| It’s pure venom plus the strike and never miss him |
| In and out, even before he knew what bit him |
| Man, this ain’t you, flesh and torn tissue |
| Moms up late at night screaming she miss you |
| I know the game like the |
| Mean streets and furs as thick as |
| Boy, takin' a ten and fiends think you Hova |
| That’s why lyrically I will rainstorm over |
| Any sucka who be thinkin' that he even |
| That’s why I carry two 8's and pop, drunk or sober |
| This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you) |
| We from the area where feds won’t let a nigga rest |
| But our dumbass will let the cops track your GPS |
| Pass me more, help a nigga’s stress |
| We go back to weed hoes ask for refunds |
| Trouble? |
| You need none |
| We three-deep in each one |
| Eat guns like Miami Vice reruns |
| Crockett and Tubbs, cockin and poppin the slugs |
| Sprocket the dubs, ain’t no stoppin the drugs |
| Just keep thugs hoppin in clubs |
| Ask somebody |
| If you undercover, get your ass from round me |
| I murder your ass, 1/3 of a bird and ½ |
| Have you look like you burned in a crash |
| To all our Cuban supporters, burnin the flags |
| I’m burnin the bag of herb, birds |
| Workin off your pager, 'cause cops are harassing curbs |
| No disrespect, dog |
| That’s not you, dog |
| This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you) |
| We some bad motherfuckers, none of a kind |
| Squeezin' it off to my palm, same design |
| Oh you a big boy? |
| niggas like you, I get the 5th for ya |
| And open up your chest, like a 24-hour store |
| Blazing, connected like Voltron, amazing |
| With Infrared dot, that cover you up like Dalmatians |
| Good fellas, split your way back to the Vanilla |
| Your sweet like wine seller, me, I’m 10 Gorillas |
| With lyrics that spit more fire than Godzilla |
| You standing too close, the kryptonite might kill ya |
| Blinkin', lights going out, slowly sinkin' |
| You came second to none, now do your thinkin |
| First in the game, whoever in the game, you may remain |
| But, long as I play, clear my lane |
| I’m supreme, never unleaded |
| I keep the blue steel, who wanna get it? |
| Your suit’s fitted |
| This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you) |
| Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you) |