Big Dogs

Call us guerrillas of the mist, raunchy vocalists

Your code name Doc, what's your name? Hot Nicks

Who them slick kids puffin' that shit, holdin' they dicks?

Yo, them same two drivin' your whip, fuckin' your bitch

Hold me down, son

Yo, I'll hold you down with the pound

You got a lot of bitch, bitch

Ayo, but where they at now?

Diggy down, down, we Reservoir Dogs, you puppy chow, chow

Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin' it now, now

Yo, we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow

Disease

We set to load

Cocked and squeeze

Boo-ya

We too hard to hold off

One arm slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff

When I dip, dip, diver (Diver) the anti-socializer (Lizer)

Everything be ice cream, observe the Frusen Glädjé

We rock ya, knock ya fuckin' whole team off the roster

Starting line up, iron lung

And funk doctor

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

Johnny Blaze, the ghostrider

Ghost stories by the campfire

We night breed, vampire

Be duckin' from the head rushin', Woo-Tang production

Percussion's bringin' repercussions

I hold my mic sideways, bustin'

Another one bites the dust and

Cardiac arrest, clutchin' your chest, suckin'

Your last breath, M-R, period

Meth, **** dyin' from paper cuts

Bleedin' to death down these mean streets, Johnny Quest

From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack

These habitats ain't no place to raise a family at

These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats

So watch your back when you come to the slums

There ain't nowhere to run from the iron lizard lungs

Phasers on stun, I be givin' it to son

My plate spares no one, my uzi weighs a ton

Word up, now ho

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

Start with the big dogs

We're on the move

We're on the move

We're on the move

Start with the big dogs

We're on the move

'Pon cock, the Don Juan doc

Sendin' crews back to the show shine box

Connect the dots, my description, black male

Yellowed and mellow

I make it hard for MCs to run neck and elbow

With D-O, penal code, people knows to duck

When he hear the bike with the squeaky clutch

Swallow this hard act to follow

You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle

I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted

I stomp harder in slow motion

Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me

Like they rushed the store before Soul Train awards

Then corporate a law

Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped

By Jamal with the Wu sword

My crew specialize in snakin' your bitch

Robbin' you while you on the floor shakin' and shit

I'm doin' me, now do you (Yo, who you?) Doc

I bomb shit till the conflict's crucial

I be the black El Nino, I mean, yo, I'm supreme

Like the team show what you paid your cream for

To see us sit down?

Yo, nah, we get the fuck up

And leave the one you're with

Then take her from Usher

That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes

US Marshals out to pen us up like Snipes

Throw it in drive

Fuck takin' me and Meth alive

Ayo, you lick that-a-way

You lick out the other side