| Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run …
|
| Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run …
|
| Kitty cat, kitty cat run, run, run
|
| I’m the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun
|
| Lookin for a coochie proper
|
| Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama
|
| Never make babies, can’t get rabies
|
| Makin head hit and it’s crazy
|
| And when I catch a little kitty lookin oh so tough (hmm)
|
| Bring hot water cause I might get stuck
|
| EW!, while I’mma stop in Cosmo
|
| Cause my lyrical content is gando
|
| Stickin to the mind of the critics
|
| I’m still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey come here buddy)
|
| Bow wow was the sound of the hound with the C town crown
|
| I sniff around 'til I pin cats down
|
| They like to run up trees
|
| But I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys
|
| Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty
|
| I can’t let a cat run past me
|
| Watch your skirt when your walkin through the mall
|
| Cause I ain’t nothin but a nasty dog
|
| («bow wow» — repeated and mixed with a dog barking)
|
| (Yeah)
|
| (What kind of dog is this?)
|
| Dog
|
| (I ain’t nothin) but a nasty dog …
|
| (What kinda dog is this?)
|
| (*Woman knocks on door*)
|
| Woman #1: What you want?
|
| Woman #2: Can Mix come out to play?
|
| Woman #1: Nasty bitch
|
| So I’m back puttin black kitty cats on their backs
|
| Big macks never lag, on wax I’mma low down dog
|
| I just stepped up and other dogs wanna flex up
|
| I ain’t tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker
|
| So sit on down and watch the bank stacker
|
| It still ain’t easy G
|
| But this dog’s a Bentley
|
| So I’mma chase that cat 'til I can’t chase no mo'
|
| There she goes in a drop top Rocko
|
| What’s up with your car sweetie?
|
| Come on down and jump in the Black-ini
|
| Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain’t down
|
| Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow
|
| Another brother can’t see me
|
| But he wants to be me
|
| I’m layin these thangs on 'em freely
|
| Now you got fo' fo' chromes, straight layin on your dome
|
| And get your mangy ass on
|
| Back to the kitty, cause she’s kinda pretty
|
| I’m couldn’t stop lookin at her ta-ta-ta. |
| face
|
| Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog
|
| Little did she know I’mma nasty dog
|
| — w/ ad libs
|
| (old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old DOG)
|
| I’m slingin that game like it ain’t jack
|
| She’s fat, black cat but she won’t look back
|
| Rollin this Viper, tryna entice her
|
| Don’t need a front but I likes to
|
| Get me an attitude, fightin over who pulls up
|
| Two dogs in a sports car, playin old cuts
|
| Turned down the James Brown
|
| I said «what's up girl» but she still won’t turn around
|
| Attitude (what up), attitude (what's up)
|
| When the girls are playin the role and what do we do? |
| (call 'em stuck up)
|
| Now we’re both tryna front like we don’t care
|
| Whip a U-Turn to get a quick stare
|
| But the face was hurtin (damn)
|
| The girl’s grill was tore up, mustache wasn’t workin
|
| Grandma old face with a nom ass body
|
| «Mack Daddy» didn’t want this hotty
|
| Flashback to the cryin game
|
| I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang
|
| Usually I’m quick to mack but that’s road kill, back it up black
|
| Quiz it, to giz it with the quick hiz its
|
| For zeeze it, tazease it, it’s hard for me to leave it
|
| Not sexist, just sexy with my dia-logue
|
| Cause I’mma nasty (*scratching*) (*dog bark*) (snapping and barking and
|
| Biting) dog
|
| (snapping and barking and biting) — 3X
|
| — («bow wow» — repeated and mixed with a dog barking) — w/ ad libs
|
| Cause I’mma nasty dog
|
| Yeah, dog …
|
| Nasty dog …
|
| Nasty dog …
|
| Nasty dog …
|
| Nasty dog |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nasty Dog, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп