Bulldog
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Fuck out my way man
Run with us and get ran over nigga
Straight up (Uh)
Mac-10 on the shoestring (Yea)
East-side Buffalo, that's how we do things
(Huh?)
That bum bitch can't even tie
My yeezy boot strings (Ha ha haha)
A coward die a thousand deaths (For real)
This for them niggas in yard
Doing a thousand sets
Keep the 40 tucked down in my sweats
Went to Cali, found a sour connect
Uh, Dior Homme boxers
Bulldog 44 dome rocker (O oh)
Uh, smoke every day like a rasta
In the booth I'm a monster, shoutout my nigga
(What up my nigga?)
In real life I'm really live (Huh?)
A nigga violated once and the nigga died
(Facts)
Free all my niggas doin' 25 (Free the homies)
50 shot drum, hit a nigga 20 times (Yo)
(Ayo) , now they back for more
Real motherfuckers coming at your door
(Yo) , you need to practice more
This for real
Ain't no motherfucking act at all
And now they back for more
Real motherfuckers coming at your door
You need to practice more this for real
Ain't no motherfucking act at all
(Yo) blow the dust off the record
Truth be told
You ain't saying much off the record
God, the booth
You get brushed off the record
And it's mad disrespect
Rolled the dutch off your record
And you a fucking shit sandwich
Cut the crust off
I bust off, your crew is just bunk
You fucking duck sauce
I'm roasting you, heating it up
C smash you into pieces then
We sweeping you up easily crushed
We feigning and my legion is tough
Indeed you a, achieving a believable rush
Pump adrenaline, your melon get touched
Rip the lettering off of
Your birth certificate
First slipping the venom and
Alert your men and them
Old souls remembering
Raw shit, I'm tryna see more chips than
And you know where my loyalty lies
Mentally, I destroy 'em inside motherfucker
(Yo, yo) now they back for more
Real motherfuckers coming at your door
(Yo) , you need to practice more
This for real
Ain't no motherfucking act at all
And now they back for more
Real motherfuckers coming at your door
You need to practice more this for real
Ain't no motherfucking act at all
The lyrics to "Bulldog" by The Program are intense and filled with aggressive language. The opening lines set the tone, as the rapper declares "Told you lil bum ass n***as man/Fuck out my way man/Run with us and get ran over n***a." The lyrics are a warning, as the rapper asserts his dominance and warns others to stay out of his way. The lyrics discuss weapons, with a mention of a Mac-10 on a shoestring, and the rapper also claims to have found a "sour connect" in California, presumably for drugs. The lyrics also make reference to violence, with the rapper suggesting that a "coward dies a thousand deaths" and referencing someone who "violated" him and died. The chorus of the song, which repeats the lines "now they're back for more/real motherf***ers coming at your door/you need to practice more/this for real/ain't no motherf***ing act at all," adds to the aggressive tone of the song.
Overall, "Bulldog" is a song that celebrates toughness and aggression. The lyrics suggest that the rapper and his crew are not to be messed with and will not hesitate to use violence to protect themselves and their territory. The strong language and violent imagery in the song make it clear that The Program is a force to be reckoned with.
Line by Line Meaning
Told you lil bum ass niggas man
I warned you that you ain't shit
Fuck out my way man
Get out of my way
Run with us and get ran over nigga
If you try to run with us, we'll leave you behind
Mac-10 on the shoestring (Yea)
I'm strapped with a gun
East-side Buffalo, that's how we do things
(Huh?)
The way we do things on the East side of Buffalo.
Fuck nigga think I been fucking his boo-thing
I've been sleeping with someone's girl
That bum bitch can't even tie
My yeezy boot strings (Ha ha haha)
She's so useless she can't even tie my shoes
A coward die a thousand deaths (For real)
A coward suffers a thousand deaths in his life
This for them niggas in yard
Doing a thousand sets
Shoutout to the people working hard in the yard
Keep the 40 tucked down in my sweats
I keep a gun hidden in my sweatpants
Went to Cali, found a sour connect
I found a good connection for marijuana in California
Uh, Dior Homme boxers
Bulldog 44 dome rocker (O oh)
I wear expensive underwear and carry a powerful gun
Uh, smoke every day like a rasta
I smoke weed every day like a Rastafarian
In the booth I'm a monster, shoutout my nigga
(What up my nigga?)
I am great at rapping in the recording studio, shoutout to my friend
In real life I'm really live (Huh?)
I'm really living my life to the fullest
A nigga violated once and the nigga died
(Facts)
I killed someone who messed with me
Free all my niggas doin' 25 (Free the homies)
Shoutout to my friends serving 25-year sentences in prison
50 shot drum, hit a nigga 20 times (Yo)
I can shoot someone 20 times with a 50-round magazine
(Ayo) , now they back for more
Real motherfuckers coming at your door
People are coming back for more of our music because we're real
(Yo) , you need to practice more
This for real
Ain't no motherfucking act at all
If you want to be real like us, you need to practice and hone your skills
(Yo) blow the dust off the record
Let's start fresh and get things going
Truth be told
You ain't saying much off the record
Honestly, you don't say much when not in the public eye
God, the booth
You get brushed off the record
I'm great at rapping in the booth, and you can't keep up
And it's mad disrespect
Rolled the dutch off your record
I disrespectfully removed the blunt from your record
And you a fucking shit sandwich
Cut the crust off
You're a worthless piece of garbage, and I'm trimming you down
I bust off, your crew is just bunk
You fucking duck sauce
I'll take out your crew easily, you don't stand a chance
I'm roasting you, heating it up
C smash you into pieces then
We sweeping you up easily crushed
I'll tear you apart and we'll clean up the mess easily
We feigning and my legion is tough
Indeed you a, achieving a believable rush
My team is strong and ready to go, and we're making an impact
Pump adrenaline, your melon get touched
Rip the lettering off of
Your birth certificate
First slipping the venom and
Alert your men and them
Old souls remembering
I'll amp up my energy and make an impact, even to the point of destroying your identity
Raw shit, I'm tryna see more chips than
And you know where my loyalty lies
Mentally, I destroy 'em inside motherfucker
I want to make more money than anyone else, and I'm loyal to my team. Mentally, I overpower anyone who stands in my way.
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