Boss Doggin’

Lyrics

[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty] Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Call us [?] Might die in this vilants, [?] [Verse 1: Big Scoob] Rogue dog, rogue dog, 57 Street Bout to cry from the past, was used by my peeps The same gang, but a new game, no more cocaine Rap thing we maintain, hot like propain Up in here we pumping that fual, let me go in The type of shit you live in here, at least it's [?] All my lyrics simple and clear, [?] Full of that [?], we rocking them shows and fucking them hoes Like we suppose, we dealing [?], leave them exposed That's what you chose, fucking with rogues, now you know We bout to explode, now here we go, all my rogues Grab your straps, it's time to scrap, [?] You take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs Who got my back? Where you at? Bring the pain Dammaged the brain, who's to blame? It's my gang We fucking with flames I won't explain, it's in your vains [Verse 2: Bakarii] King of the hill, counting my skrill, protecting my grip Gun on my hip, tryna conceal, this killer shit That nigga Bakarii running the game, hold me back I break them chains, slap your face, with this strap More than rap, nigga we hogs, down to brawlle Take your bitch, make her scream, for them dogs Where as you can't touch my style, too complecated Camouflaged in the bushes, now I'm waiting Ready to get up in your shit, feel my vengence Soon as you slip I make the hit, no rependance Tryna be rich and I can't be broke, I'm so relentlis Ask me if it was coke or dope, I'm offended Should've seen me coming nigga, the pillatrix Couldn't detect this boss's greed, that's your fate Underseas smoking leaves, killa fall Can't be [?] so you sleep, on these [?] [Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty] Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Call us [?] Might die in this vilants, [?] [Verse 3: Short Nitty] Criminal play all day, give me relish Going to war in all ways, maxed [?] Remember when niggas see me float, on the corners Wanting to be like [?], never gonna Hitting them up with 56's, dooky pounders Kicking it with them wikad bitches, all around us Give me my money with blood on it, cause I'm wikad Hand me the game with love on it, till I'm lifted Nitty would never be without, bout 380 Give me the chance to up and dunk, you must be crazy Ready to roll no matter the call, if it's heated Tell them to meet me at my show, fully fleeted Hearing shots pop pop pop, at my enomy Better to see me in the drop, y'all ain't feeling me Taking my verse [?] first, or you with me Digging my dirt for what it's worth, signed Nitty [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] Up on the stage, rocking with spades, with my jenitals We in a rage, if we don't get payed, we criminals Grabbing the gun, nigga let's come, from the shoulders Having fun, look at them run, from these soldiers We be the dogs, we be the hogs, niggas don't [?] You wanna rock, you wanna ball, straight up [?] Used to be down, look at me now, making them heaters Niggas they frown, when they hear the sound, of 9 millimeater [?] involved, who do you call? [?] Haters [?], learn they lessons [?] at my home, bank I made it [?], gang related Seeing my face in magazines, up in The Source, man N9na plan on making that green, of course, man Midwestside, give me the track, and Imma atack her Scruing you wild, taking your style, and flip it backwards I'm off in Hyland, sippin that fudge, drinking that bud Techa N9na [?], sippin a cup I lost y'all, when I return, do you call? Killing them all, nigga we brawlle, boss doggin' [Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty] Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Gun in my hand, high till I land Boss doggin' Call us [?] Might die in this vilants, [?]