Sean T - Nothing But the Dogg lyrics

[Verse 1] If you ain't knowin' who we is by now, check the logo We n***as from the streets so police want a photo Never catch me solo, I roll with the click We all spit raw sh** and try to get more dough No more games, we got things to gain Takin' first cla** flights, we deep on planes Only speak on lanes So my real n***as know, suppose no one chose to expose it Figure it out, we out to sprout over cowards in doubt Makin' over the towers, doin' albums in hours On a route about ten hours, we got powers With rhymes that come down on y'all like rain showers [Hook] Whoa, it's nothing but the dog in me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa It's nothing but the dog in me All y'all know it ain't nothing but the dog in a n***a It's nothing but the dog in me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa It's nothing but the dog in me Oh no, oh no [Verse 2] I roll with a pack of dogs who will rob you for your goods From neighborhood to neighborhood we gettin' the goods Ran in Chavon home, with the author jasaki co*k it, lock it and pocket, cook it up and rock it I talk this like I walk this, true G on the scene With green, strapped with a k**in' machine Triple beam scheme dreams are made up n***as came up, they get brought up Who's the man, the land of the land gun in hand Got cash in my hand, weighin' at least a grand I got gold on my neck that will never fade Cut ya neck with a blade and it's hard to fade, ha ha [Hook] It's nothing but the dog in me It's nothing but the dog in me, uh uh like that It's nothing but the dog in me It's nothing but the dog in me Uh, uh, uh [Verse 3] We kkep it movin' take it over to make it happen West Coast bringin' the heat pushin' it platinum That tape, CD rhyme piece And buy em' for the homies on the two-way calm keeps calm Bonafide, boss ballin' we tycoons Used to post on the block, break trees and sip Boone's Criss-cross state to state, we federal Hand held PC, ship bags of dough Make records, doin' albums in one night Cause we way too tight, Daz, Big, and Tel might Bust one, for the six figure digits Real n***as spit this and stay away from weak sh** [Hook] It's nothing but the dog in me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa It's nothing but the dog in me Wild out y'all we know how it is out there It's nothing but the dog in me Hey baby, how ya doin' It's nothing but the dog in me [Verse 4] What that is dog, that's that s-h-i-t Who that is dog, who the f** else but Don P Exquisite with the flash and f**in' with the figuro And that n***a that's dealio so what the dealio From Long Beach to the filthy Moe, you ain't know n***as spittin' like they macks and calicos n***as is gettin' low b**h soon as you hear this sh** hit the floor Fleas and ticks climbin' all on my dick soon as I hit the door Cause they know that the Hand from the town puts it down Get off Remy, X-O, then I doggystyle ya ho Break her for all ya dough then hit the studio Keep bustin' like you motherf**ers want some more