Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be Your Dog, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song Megadef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2003
Record label: Spytech
Song language: English
Be Your Dog |
| Hmmm. |
| Ya, It’s Megadef |
| What you know bout Chepshots |
| Ya (Ya), Yo (Yo) |
| What you know about Tak (Tak) |
| What you know about Ryu (Faggot) |
| What You know about this huh (ahhhhh) |
| Another half ass hit out now |
| We used to chill till the mother f (Screech) did our style |
| It’s kinda funny how |
| You and your friends of small towns |
| Act like got something big, to drawn down, silly |
| Prolly confuse serve it up to shock |
| Cause when you rhyme you sound like bolt combust combine |
| Don’t act like you don’t know |
| You and your crew couldn’t hold it down solo |
| Your full of poop, so I’m a scoop the fecies and put it in a pamper |
| Let it drag and any time you call I won’t answer |
| Won’t get a cab and ride for free |
| You a little kitten that shouldn’t of climbed the tree |
| Now your stuck with the truth, till we dig up the bones |
| I feel pregnant, birth to my visible clones |
| So for nine months I’m back rap, watch them grow |
| With your back pack clown you sound sloppy though, c’mon |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Listen Up Faggot! |
| (Ahhhhhhhhh!) |
| Knock, knock come off the damn platinum |
| Stab back and drop the plaque, pop, pop |
| So cock the magnum |
| Walk, walk blow shots off at random |
| While you with Tak |
| We don’t stop the anthem, get my flow back |
| Low jack, phone tap punk the Pink Panther |
| Give me a sol clap, click clack, rip that |
| Snap necks quicker then Kit-Kats |
| Knick-Knack paddy whack pistol whip, pump the jams up |
| Wild west SOB’s shit’s bonanza |
| Who the fuck wants it |
| Spits guitar picks |
| Slit you neck with a Bic razor across it, uh |
| Knock the bitch lead singer unconscious |
| No pets, so don’t step, watch the dog shit |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Signed a bad deal with a weak video |
| Maybe if I asked then I wouldn’t need serial |
| Wouldn’t have to beg anybody for shit |
| Specially to play me like I’m some kind of a bitch |
| Every other day people just want to swallow my spit |
| Like I’m a plunger just lunge into the domino kits |
| And promoters with the fat heads |
| You and your chick friends |
| You don’t even know what rap is, you trippin' |
| 47 boots on the chin and I’m marquee |
| Any niggers heads spinnin' words out of my three |
| Hardiness skill, I’ll be a thrill, something that ain’t real it’s obvious still |
| So for the hell of it we dropped another album |
| Shock every freak, artificial intelligence |
| From popped pills get the mag-in-um click |
| Reload if necessary just to handle the kick, bitch |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I Wanna Be You Dog |
| Now I wanna be your hip-hop nerd |