Tweedy Bird Loc - Shuda Beena B-Dog lyrics

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Tweedy Bird Loc - Shuda Beena B-Dog lyrics

[Intro] Ay what up Loc? Hey where you from homeboy? Kelly Park Compton Crip Ay well n***a this blood n***a! (BOOM BOOM BOOM - BOOM) [Verse 1: Red Rag] How could a Crab go up against a Dog? Dogs got paws and f*g Crabs got claws Pinchin' on B-Dog n***as like b**hes And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse The hard Rock Bottoms where the M gang hang out n***a Nick nack paddy whack give a Crab a bone Don't give a sh** 'bout a funeral home Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog [Verse 2: Dogg] Down a Crab like a bottle of C-B Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z Throwin' up the C, what the f** you sign!? Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind The O.G. Dogg is rollin' Rickets like a Cutla** I'll put one in your a** And leave your body bu*tless Welcome to the C-K rag city Showin' a Crab like AWOL no pity No sk**ed b**h soundin' like Dr. Seuss A-W-O-L: a wolf on the loose Should've Beena B-Dog [Verse 3: Lil' Leak AKA C-K] Should've Beena B-Dog, punk this is Piru f**s Smelly Marks, Nappy Heads, Long b**h and Tragniew Here I go again about to straight dis I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits b**h-made n***a now you know who I am Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain't Van Damme I'm jinxin' muthaf**as like a gypsy And if you want me Fool, you're gonna have to come and get me Hit me up and I'mma smoke you with my C-K gat You Should've Beena B-Dog b**h and it's like that [Verse 4: RedRum 781] n***as haulin' me off and it's a holocaust comin' down Automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town n***as don't suspect that I'mma hit 'em with some hot lead Unloadin' my sh**, makin' sure that they all dead Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain The voices in my head tryin their best to command me They claim that I'm insane cause they don't understand me Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call f** all Crabs, y'all Should've Beena B-Dog [Verse 5: Lil' Stretch] Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow But the real gangstas know which way I should go Well now the Hunters is deep, and ya know that's right O.G.'s from the 4, the homie Tee and Half Pint Small as a muthaf**a, ain't takin' no sh** And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick C-K Bone from the Duece, Chill Will from the Fo' Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the FIVE ain't no joke The Hunters in town and we bringin' the noise Along with the Hacienda Village Boys But now it's time for me to talk about the k**as [?] but can't forget about the Millers B-S-P, I-F-G and the Denver Lanes H-2-O's, Scotts Dale and the East Pain Lueders Park, N-H-B is comin' right is at Show you where it's at, N-H-P's and the Kabbage Patch B-B-P, B-S-V, a Hundred-Tramp-Five Can't forget about the Pirus on the West Side M-S-B, Q-S-B and the V-N-G's Fruit Town Brims, Lime Hoods and the Elm Street C-P-P, H-P-G and the Athens Park Mel through the Jungles won't make it if it's after dark V-T-P, Five Deuces and the Fruit Town Walk through Harvard Park and you might get beat down Weirdo Bloods, C-M-G's and the Tree Top East Side Pueblo n***as and the Cedar Block Lil' Stretch Dog is finished with the roll call And f** all Crabs cause you Should've Beena B-Dog [Outro] Just don't let me see you shootin' them Dogs Hahaha

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