[B.G.]
Look here my nigga; it`s for your own motherfuckin` good
You wanna 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 duckin` coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
An told me to meet him at LA X and its `bout some business
I flauge in, he tellin` me some busta trippin`
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. gon` be dog about it
[Chorus B.G.]
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
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain`t playin`
It`s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
I`m a dog nigga, and I`ma walk that walk and talk that talk nigga
[Mack 10]
Nigga I`m `bout Sherm` smokin` and trigga chokin`
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 wit 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 Westside rider
[Chorus B.G.]
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 talks that talk nigga
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain`t playin`
It`s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
[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 thang changed
[Chorus B.G.]
When we in beef, 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 talks that talk nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain`t playin`
It`s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain`t playin`
It`s bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever
