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letra de nothing but the dogg - daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga

[verse 1]
if you ain’t knowin’ who we is by now, check the logo
we n-ggas from the streets so police want a photo
never catch me solo, i roll with the cl!ck
we all spit raw sh-t and try to get more dough
no more games, we got things to gain
takin’ first cl-ss flights, we deep on planes
only speak on lanes
so my real n-ggas know, suppose no one chose to expose it
figure it out, we out to sprout over cowards in doubt
makin’ over the towers, doin’ albums in hours
on a route about ten hours, we got powers
with rhymes that come down on y’all like rain showers

[hook]
whoa, it’s nothing but the dog in me
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
it’s nothing but the dog in me
all y’all know it ain’t nothing but the dog in a n-gga
it’s nothing but the dog in me
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
it’s nothing but the dog in me
oh no, oh no

[verse 2]
i roll with a pack of dogs who will rob you for your goods
from neighborhood to neighborhood we gettin’ the goods
ran in chavon home, with the author jasaki
c-ck it, lock it and pocket, cook it up and rock it
i talk this like i walk this, true g on the scene
with green, strapped with a k!llin’ machine
triple beam scheme dreams are made up
n-ggas came up, they get brought up
who’s the man, the land of the land gun in hand
got cash in my hand, weighin’ at least a grand
i got gold on my neck that will never fade
cut ya neck with a blade and it’s hard to fade, ha ha

[hook]
it’s nothing but the dog in me
it’s nothing but the dog in me, uh uh like that
it’s nothing but the dog in me
it’s nothing but the dog in me
uh, uh, uh

[verse 3]
we kkep it movin’ take it over to make it happen
west coast bringin’ the heat pushin’ it platinum
that tape, cd rhyme piece
and buy em’ for the homies on the two-way calm keeps calm
bonafide, boss ballin’ we tycoons
used to post on the block, break trees and sip boone’s
criss-cross state to state, we federal
hand held pc, ship bags of dough
make records, doin’ albums in one night
cause we way too tight, daz, big, and tel might
bust one, for the six figure digits
real n-ggas spit this and stay away from weak sh-t

[hook]
it’s nothing but the dog in me
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
it’s nothing but the dog in me
wild out y’all we know how it is out there
it’s nothing but the dog in me
hey baby, how ya doin’
it’s nothing but the dog in me

[verse 4]
what that is dog, that’s that s-h-i-t
who that is dog, who the f-ck else but don p
exquisite with the flash and f-ckin’ with the figuro
and that n-gga that’s dealio so what the dealio
from long beach to the filthy moe, you ain’t know
n-ggas spittin’ like they macks and calicos
n-ggas is gettin’ low
b-tch soon as you hear this sh-t hit the floor
fleas and ticks climbin’ all on my d-ck soon as i hit the door
cause they know that the hand from the town puts it down
get off remy, x-o, then i doggystyle ya ho
break her for all ya dough then hit the studio
keep bustin’ like you motherf-ckers want some more

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga

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