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feat. b.g. Transparente Klebefolien [b.g.] Look here my nigga; it's for your own motherfuckin' good You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood How you get left, the only thing people can say is "ughh" I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka Been stankin' baller blockers and duckin' coppers Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion An told me to meet him at la x and its 'bout some business I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta trippin' Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum I speak this shit 'cause i mean it my nigga I creep and where i catch ya, is where i leave ya my nigga A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it But this nigga b.g. gon' be dog about it
[chorus b.g.] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame I'm a dog nigga, and i'ma walk that walk and talk that talk nigga
[mack 10] Nigga i'm 'bout sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin' And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin' Don't doubt it, it's c.m.r so i shout it Like navigation, i map it out, route it then be a dog about I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo That's all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else i love Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack But firsts things first, find him, hit' em wit the tool Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven And if you fuck wit mack, then it's a 187 So if you do me, then i'll do you But when i do you, i want your whole fuckin' crew So fill the church up and get the units you recite of I'm a straight dog about it plus a westside rider
[chorus b.g.] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
[b.g.] I hit the street, you know i be thugged-the-fuck-out When i beef, slugs get bust at your house All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "settle down" I tried to tell ya that, "lil' b.g. is ghettoed down" I tried to tell ya that, "niggas raw from uptown" And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
[mack 10] Hold up b.g. blood, check it, i gotta know homie And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony Big stunter corlone gave the word and now it's on Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop' em in his dome Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, ain't a damn thang changed
[chorus b.g.] When we in beef, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever
