Big Doggz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mari Ruger] The big dog, I'm sitting getting bricks off Am I hearing shit or is it these thirty birds in the house? Like Cleo, knew I would set it off before I set it off Shit, I knew that I could get it off before I took it on New state, I bet I get it gone, it's flooded like Katrina, shit I send people to creep up and split people shit My bench equal to the starters they kill people, shit This bitch equal to the moon 'cause I can't reach her I might touch hеr, I can't help it, shit, I don't feel it It's one way for the hustlеrs and killers, not the civilians I talk about these chops, I ain't tryna promote to children I might talk about my opps but that's when I get in my feelings Shit, I could talk about my opps, they ain't going nowhere in music I might show 'em some' different, I might be the gang influence I'm hanging, clip extended, I'm banging, who really do this I could rap about it if I moved it, I'm the best doing it [Verse 2: Rosecrans HopOut] (Rosecrans) Right hand to the bible, never speak on where we stand unless I'm by you Won't go tweaking, sneak dissing in my bio Never speak up on yo' name unless I'm seeing eye to eyeball Since a juvenile delinquent, I been active, never idle Had a sit down with my idol, it was vital, Hop, it ain't too many like you Just being vain, you made your name behind that rifle I made my stain, my dirty laundry, they gon' drown me in the bounty Pound for pound me in the bounty, round for round me in the bounty (It's Hop) Smooth operation, you know, smooth operator Let's talk over the phone, know how to move operator (I see you [?]) The tools that I'm operating run a few operations I'm highly rated and listed in a few yellow pages (Hop, look) Yellow tape and hop out and go and chase 'em (Uh-huh) H told me "Be bool, lil' blood, and be patient" (Be bool) Look, bitches I don't lust 'bout, I need them blue strips A couple blue ships just to come now And have my deuce hit for the come down [Verse 3: Jay Worthy] Check it out, yeah Sweatshirt with the three fat creases, my denim sag too Swap meet fresh with the airbuds, I'm really him, fool 10th Ave, slide through the bity, I hit Markima up I used to hang with Dougie and Beem, we was on North block Pouring up a cup of the qually, I pop another bar That's on the dead homies, think we woke up the graveyard All the homies slide like the MLB playoffs Palace right down to the socks, even the Reeboks Some homies from the bity, blackstone and the beebops Looking for some bitches who's gone fuck for some real ones I rather have your money than your pussy, I'm a real one Friends, I don't need none, I only got the homies My pimping ass partners and my Bompton P funkies