Nasty Dog

Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun Looking for a coochie proper Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama Never make babies, can't get rabies Makin' head hit and it's crazy And when I catch a little kitty lookin' oh so tough Bring hot water 'cause I might get stuck Ew! While I'ma stop in Cosmo 'Cause my lyrical content is gando Stickin' to the mind of the critics I'm still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey, come here, buddy) Bow-wow was the sound of the hound with the see town crown I sniff around 'til I pin cats down They like to run up trees But I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty I can't let a cat run past me Watch your skirt when you're walking through the mall 'Cause I ain't nothin' but a nasty dog Dog I ain't nothin' but a nasty dog (What kinda dog is this?) What you want? Can Mix come out to play? Nasty bitch So I'm back putting black kitty cats on their backs Big macks never lag, on wax I'ma low down dog I just stepped up, and other dogs want to flex up I ain't tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker So sit on down and watch the bank stacker It still ain't easy G But this dog's a Bentley So I'ma chase that cat 'til I can't chase no mo' There she goes in a drop top Rocko What's up with your car, sweetie? Come on down and jump in the Black-ini Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain't down Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow Another brother can't see me But he wants to be me I'm laying these thangs on 'em freely Now you got fo' fo' chromes, straight layin' on your dome And get your mangy ass on Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty I can't stop lookin' at her ti-ti-ti- face Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog Little did she know I'm a nasty dog (Old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old dog) I'm slingin' that game like it ain't jack She's fat, black cat, but she won't look back Rolling this viper, tryna entice her Don't need a front, but I likes to Get me an attitude, fightin' over who pulls up Two dogs in a sports car, playing old cuts Turned down the James Brown I said, "What's up girl" but she still won't turn around Attitude (what up?), Attitude (what's up?) When the girls are playing the role, and what do we do? (Call 'em stuck up) Now we're both tryna front like we don't care Whip a U-turn to get a quick stare But the face was hurtin' (damn) The girl's grill was tore up, mustache wasn't working Grandma old face with a nom ass body "Mack Daddy" didn't want this hotty Flashback to the crying game I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang Usually I'm quick to mack, but that's road kill, back it up black Quiz it, to giz it with the quick hiz its For zeeze it, tazease it, it's hard for me to leave it Not sexist, just sexy with my dialogue 'Cause I'm a nasty (Snapping and barking and biting) Dog (snapping and barking and biting) (Snapping and barking and biting) (Snapping and barking and biting) 'Cause I'm a nasty dog Yeah, dog Nasty dog Nasty dog Nasty dog Nasty dog