Lyrics

I've been a dog ever since I was young I saw the Mack and got, oh so sprung I couldn't help it, I had to be just like that With a stable of hoes and my pockets fat But don't trip, I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain't with no marriage and a wedding ring I be a player for life Forget about a wife She just ain't my type 'Cause I mack each hoe and get richer And if it ain't like that, then I forget ya' I know you're just a freak, hoe You're so nasty That's why you're staring When you walk right pass me Bitch, now you're looking back All dogs must chase the cat So here I come, I just wanna fuck you and cut Treat you like trampy slut So much game when a homie's tough Meet a bitch like you and smooth come up I have your fake-ass closing out bank accounts Spitting straight pimp game from the Oakland town It's been done before and bitch, I do it again Break your mama, your sister and all your friends Short dog's on the microphone And I won't stop macking 'til my bank is long So try to break me if you wanna From me you get nothing but drama If you're a rich bitch, I got a new twist And if you're with it, bitch Then we can do this Put me on the payroll Kick me down bankroll Buy me a Benz and keep my tank full 'Cause other than that, I don't want no broad Short dog ain't nothing but a dawg I got all my game from East Oakland streets So motherfuck you damn shit-head freaks Couldn't pay me enough to treat you right 'Cause Short dog ain't nothing nice Like a sucker motherfucker let his bitch be boss Tell him how much she wants And, "Let me use your car" I'm from Oakland, bitch And you can check my rap And out here fake bitches get slapped Let a bitch get bold with me I start acting like Goldy Tell me who's in the house now? Shorty the pimp And I'm the last motherfucker That will pay your rent I ain't blind, I know you're fine as fuck But you a tramp, bitch You ain't mine, what's up? Try to give me some pussy but I want some head And I already know everything you did They say you fuck like old-ass tired bitch But the word is out you suck some good ass dick And I don't want nothing if I can't get it all You should know 'Cause I ain't nothing but a dog, bitch Short dog ain't nothing but a dog Bitch, fuck with me she got to do it all Most brothers try to take freaks out I get a room and stick my dick in her mouth They spend money on a movie and some dinner But Short dog will go straight up in her I give bitches no respect The way I run my game they understand this shit You couldn't be like me 'cause you'll just buy her things Used to be perfume but now it's diamond rings I remember when I fucked your prom date You bought her dress and everything But she just couldn't wait For the prom to end so she can call me up It was our very first date And it was cool to fuck Now I be doing this shit all the time I got bitches on my mind Can't change in nineteen ninety-two 'Cause I still gotta find some new Sweet, black whatchamacallit? I won't say it But if it's laying in my bed, I'm a fade it Short dog ain't nothing but a dog Use to clown the hoes at the Eastmont Mall I was acting like a pimp when I was seven Started sucking up game at eleven And at the age of a young fourteen I started knocking young hoes on the scene Couldn't give a fuck less about a bitch Thinking like that Short dog got rich Now I'm making ends and you think I'm weak 'Cause I'm always down at? freaks Tell me who's the man And who's the mouse, bitch? I'm Audi-five to my dog house
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Stanley Marvin Clarke, Anthony Banks, Todd Anthony Shaw, Damon D. Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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