Dog About It
Mack 10 Lyrics


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[B.G.]
Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good
You want to keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"
I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin' baller blockers and ducking coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
An told me to meet him at LAX and its `bout some business
I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta tripping
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Fuck wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy
Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga
I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
But this nigga B.G. goin' be dog about it

[Chorus: B.G.: x2]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga

[Mack 10]
Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin'
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love
Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack
You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
But firsts things first, find him, hit 'em with the tool
Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven
And if you fuck wit Mack, then it's a 187
So if you do me, then I'll do you
But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
I'm a straight dog about it plus a West side rider

[Chorus: x2]

[B.G.]
I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds

[Mack 10]
Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it`s on
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop` em in his dome
Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thing changed





[Chorus: x3]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mack 10's song "Dog About It" portray the life of street thugs and the unforgiving atmosphere that extends within their communities. B.G., who begins the song, warns people that they will meet an untimely death if they venture into his territory. Mack 10 later chimes in with his own verse, where he spits violent lyrics about leaving his enemies dead and soaking in their own blood. He adds that he won't stop until he takes down his victim's entire crew. The song also emphasizes the importance of loyalty among the "hood," the cycles of revenge, and the risks that fall under wayward lifestyles.


Line by Line Meaning

Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good
I'm warning you for your own benefit


You want to keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you want to keep your valuables, stay out of my territory


If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
If you're a stranger in my area


How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"
You'll be left with only a groan as people talk about you behind your back


I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
I'm well-known for using guns to intimidate and attack


Been stankin' baller blockers and ducking coppers
I've been avoiding the police while intimidating other successful people


Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
I received a call from my friend Mack 10


An told me to meet him at LAX and its `bout some business
He asked me to meet him at the airport for something important


I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta tripping
When I arrive, Mack 10 informs me that someone is causing trouble


Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Please let me or one of my associates handle the situation


Fuck wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy
You'll have a problem if you mess with us


Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
We want to make sure he doesn't live for much longer


I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga
I'm not just talking, I really mean what I say


I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
I'll attack you wherever I find you, and leave you lying there


A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
Many people talk a big game, but don't actually act on it


But this nigga B.G. goin' be dog about it
But I'm different, I'll actually follow through


Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
When we're on a mission, we're serious and not messing around


It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We use violence and guns in our actions


We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga
We're serious and follow through on everything we say and do


Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin'
I'm all about smoking marijuana laced with PCP and using guns


And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
I'm here to kill my enemies and leave them lying in their own blood


Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Don't question it, this is C.M.R (Cash Money Records) and I'm proud of it


Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I plan out my strategy and execute it with determination


I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
I'll be patient and take all your money and possessions when the time is right


That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love
My loyalty lies with my crew, above all else


Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack
B.G., you need $100,000 from me


You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
You'll need to sell a lot of drugs to get that kind of money


But firsts things first, find him, hit 'em with the tool
First, we need to find the target and then attack with weapons


Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
We will inflict severe harm until the target is no longer breathing


Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven
Murder is necessary in our line of work, and we'll send our victims to the afterlife


And if you fuck wit Mack, then it's a 187
If you mess with Mack 10, you might end up dead


So if you do me, then I'll do you
If you cross me, I'll retaliate


But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew
I'll make sure to take out all of your associates and friends as well


So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
Get ready for a funeral and prepare to speak about the deceased


I'm a straight dog about it plus a West side rider
I'm serious and determined, and represent the West side


I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I'm out in public, I'm tough and intimidating


When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
When I'm in an argument, I'm not afraid to use guns and violence


All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
The area is full of conflicts and arguments all week, and it feels like a ghost town


You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
If you're looking for peace now, it's too late - things have already reached a boiling point


I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I warned you before to calm down and stop causing trouble


I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I informed you that B.G. is a product of the ghetto and shouldn't be underestimated


I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
I told you that people from the Uptown area are rough and shouldn't be messed with


And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
I'll unleash a barrage of bullets on you and your associates


Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
Wait a minute, B.G., I need to ask you something


And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
We thought he was a genuine person but turns out he's a fake


Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it`s on
My superior, Big Stunter Corlone, has authorized us to take action


Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop` em in his dome
He specifically requested a closed casket funeral, and we'll make sure to fulfill that request by shooting him in the head


Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano
We'll act like tough action movie characters and become ruthless killers


Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
We'll shoot him many times, and his blood will soak through his clothing


Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
We'll use guns with precision aiming and set things on fire


Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thing changed
Our violent nature hasn't changed, and we're still willing to commit heinous acts




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHNNY MERCER

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Comments from YouTube:

PLR 88

BG & Mack 10 need a album together, They talk that shit! πŸ”₯

B A N T O πŸ¦‡

PLR 88 forreal tho they could of done it on cash money if they didn’t leave bcuz of birdman!!!πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™‚οΈπŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ”₯

PLR 88

I like how BG said Mack 10 name as Mack Tension.

ryannailer

mannie fresh killed dis fucking track

Warren Dantzler

MANE B.G MURDERED DA SHIT OUT OF THIS TRACK LOVE THIS BEAT!!!

Cajon D

Damn Fresh acted a fool wit the beat and B.G. snapped hard for the OG Mack foreal damn I miss these good ol days
#TheG🐐🐏tOnTheBeat

Frank S

Much love for underground shit like this! Here in the 818 we bump this G-RAP!

B A N T O πŸ¦‡

Imagine A BG & Mack 10 Album TogetherπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ‘πŸ½

oliverrando

Why would they do an album together

Tico Lunsford

My early teenage years. This shit still go in

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