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 b***h

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 dia-logue

'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