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
