Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Baby, artist - Tim Dog. Date of issue: 06.11.2000
Song language: English
Dog Baby |
| Huh… yeah… |
| 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 your corny ass to makin' beasts |
| 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 and yo crew |
| 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… |
| [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 |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| And I don’t care if you don’t wanna be my friend |
| And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in |
| Come on and step right in, step right in to the… |