a fuck (Do that shit, do that shit, do it) And you punk muthaphukkaz better shut the fuck up I don't give a fuck, yeah (Do that shit, do that shit, do
respect Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck Cause I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear MC's
but a punk But the Dog is back to rip a fat track, coz I'm a black Mac I'm your fuckin nightmare You better beware coz the Dog is here I'll wax anybody
I stickin' up crooked cops like I'm down with the swat Pop goes the nine, ya motherfuckin' swine 'Cause I'm takin' 'em out Crooked cops is somethin' we can do
me pull the trigger; huh, i'm from the ghetto, i'm not for settle; and even with a haume or a vest, you get wet-oh. part 3 - tim dog: we got the mack
and Pokey Clay-Doe and Mike D, Paul and Big E Hill and Country, Z-Ro and Big T My nigga Sean P, and my dog Tim G The whole S.U.C., is my family And both
you always givin the third degree, you still my ("BABY! ") Always keepin me up on my toes Unless I'm out creepin on do's or sleepin with hoes Still my
ear can't digest it Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man Niggaz be creepin
So Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you. I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee. (Pee-Wee!) And do what you gotta do, all right black. Bust
do tricks absurd My little homie's too quick to learn, word Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks Tim boots, jeans suits, all that new shit He watch me do
moose screw (huh?) I'm quite exquisite with it I'm naughty kill it skillet I'm on some Tretch and Tim Dog, Penicillin shit (damn) I'm '92 Nasty Nas and
you off To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on y'all If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog I want a slim, fine woman, so I
just kill an A&R or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" -- Tim Dog
this hood shit [Cross] Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go) I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh gimme the
! (To what?) IT'S A REMIX! Let's get right down to [MC Lyte](The nitty gritty) (The nitty gritty) (The nitty gritty) (The nitty gritty) (The nitty gritty) (The nitty gritty) [Tim Dog
Gee] Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo.. Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it? Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight? [Tim Dog] Aight [Ced Gee] We
Tim, uhm, yeah Tell me something good mayn Cause I'm so discombobulated being out the hood I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang Missin Cadillacs
out Quarterbackin', like Dan Thoutes or Tim Crouch I'm stuntin', watchin' my scritch scrotch Pourin' some Cris, potna I'm pimped out I'm colder than a blizzard in Alaska Or