When the West Coast first rose atop the rap industry in the mid-'90s, Mack 10 emerged as one of the coast's most promising talents alongside his longtime associate Ice Cube. The two Los Angeles rappers co-wrote "Foe Life," Mack 10's 1995 breakthrough hit, and united a year later with WC to form the trio Westside Connection, a West Coast gangsta rap supergroup. The Westside Connection album became a sizable hit, rocketing to number two on the Billboard album chart and boasting the anthemic "Bow Down." Mack 10 continued his affiliation with Ice Cube on each successive album while at the same time launching a label of his own, Hoo Bangin' Records. As the '90s came to a close, the rapper's popularity dipped a bit, and he signed with leading Dirty South label Cash Money Records in 2001, where his career underwent some unlikely twists. Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home.
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Dog About It Lyrics
Mack 10
Feat. b.g.
[b.g.]
Look here my nigga; its 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 dont 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 aint playin
Its 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 aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
Im a dog nigga, and ima walk that walk and talk that talk nigga
[mack 10]
Nigga Im bout sherm smokin and trigga chokin
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin blood soakin
Dont doubt it, its 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
Thats all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else I love
Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack
Youll 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 theres no more to lose
Murder, murders a must, take the stairway to heaven
And if you fuck wit mack, then its a 187
So if you do me, then Ill 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
Im a straight dog about it plus a westside rider
[chorus b.g.]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its 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 aint playin
Its 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 its 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, aint a damn thang changed
[chorus b.g.]
When we in beef, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its 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 aint playin
Its 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 aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever