Boss Doggin by 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Lyrics
[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin’
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Rogue dog, rogue dog, 57 Street
Bout to cry from the past, was used by my peeps
The same gang, but a new game, no more cocaine
Rap thing we maintain, hot like propain
Up in here we pumping that fual, let me go in
The type of shit you live in here, at least it’s [?]
All my lyrics simple and clear, [?]
Full of that [?], we rocking them shows and fucking them hoes
Like we suppose, we dealing [?], leave them exposed
That's what you chose, fucking with rogues, now you know
We bout to explode, now here we go, all my rogues
Grab your straps, it's time to scrap, [?]
You take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs
Who got my back? Where you at?
Bring the pain
Dammaged the brain, who's to blame?
It's my gang
We fucking with flames I won't explain, it's in your vains
[Verse 2: Bakarii]
King of the hill, counting my skrill, protecting my grip
Gun on my hip, tryna conceal, this killer shit
That nigga Bakarii running the game, hold me back
I break them chains, slap your face, with this strap
More than rap, nigga we hogs, down to brawlle
Take your bitch, make her scream, for them dogs
Where as you can’t touch my style, too complecated
Camouflaged in the bushes, now I’m waiting
Ready to get up in your shit, feel my vengence
Soon as you slip I make the hit, no rependance
Tryna be rich and I can't be broke, I’m so relentlis
Ask me if it was coke or dope, I'm offended
Should've seen me coming nigga, the pillatrix
Couldn't detect this boss’s greed, that's your fate
Underseas smoking leaves, killa fall
Can't be [?] so you sleep, on these [?]
[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]
[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Criminal play all day, give me relish
Going to war in all ways, maxed [?]
Remember when niggas see me float, on the corners
Wanting to be like [?], never gonna
Hitting them up with 56's, dooky pounders
Kicking it with them wikad bitches, all around us
Give me my money with blood on it, cause I'm wikad
Hand me the game with love on it, till I'm lifted
Nitty would never be without, bout 380
Give me the chance to up and dunk, you must be crazy
Ready to roll no matter the call, if it's heated
Tell them to meet me at my show, fully fleeted
Hearing shots pop pop pop, at my enomy
Better to see me in the drop, y'all ain't feeling me
Taking my verse [?] first, or you with me
Digging my dirt for what it's worth, signed Nitty
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Up on the stage, rocking with spades, with my jenitals
We in a rage, if we don't get payed, we criminals
Grabbing the gun, nigga let's come, from the shoulders
Having fun, look at them run, from these soldiers
We be the dogs, we be the hogs, niggas don't [?]
You wanna rock, you wanna ball, straight up [?]
Used to be down, look at me now, making them heaters
Niggas they frown, when they hear the sound, of 9 millimeater
[?] involved, who do you call?
[?]
Haters [?], learn they lessons
[?] at my home, bank I made it
[?], gang related
Seeing my face in magazines, up in The Source, man
N9na plan on making that green, of course, man
Midwestside, give me the track, and Imma atack her
Scruing you wild, taking your style, and flip it backwards
I'm off in Hyland, sippin that fudge, drinking that bud
Techa N9na [?], sippin a cup
I lost y'all, when I return, do you call?
Killing them all, nigga we brawlle, boss doggin'
[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin’
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Rogue dog, rogue dog, 57 Street
Bout to cry from the past, was used by my peeps
The same gang, but a new game, no more cocaine
Rap thing we maintain, hot like propain
Up in here we pumping that fual, let me go in
The type of shit you live in here, at least it’s [?]
All my lyrics simple and clear, [?]
Full of that [?], we rocking them shows and fucking them hoes
Like we suppose, we dealing [?], leave them exposed
That's what you chose, fucking with rogues, now you know
We bout to explode, now here we go, all my rogues
Grab your straps, it's time to scrap, [?]
You take a nap and that's a fact, all my hogs
Who got my back? Where you at?
Bring the pain
Dammaged the brain, who's to blame?
It's my gang
We fucking with flames I won't explain, it's in your vains
[Verse 2: Bakarii]
King of the hill, counting my skrill, protecting my grip
Gun on my hip, tryna conceal, this killer shit
That nigga Bakarii running the game, hold me back
I break them chains, slap your face, with this strap
More than rap, nigga we hogs, down to brawlle
Take your bitch, make her scream, for them dogs
Where as you can’t touch my style, too complecated
Camouflaged in the bushes, now I’m waiting
Ready to get up in your shit, feel my vengence
Soon as you slip I make the hit, no rependance
Tryna be rich and I can't be broke, I’m so relentlis
Ask me if it was coke or dope, I'm offended
Should've seen me coming nigga, the pillatrix
Couldn't detect this boss’s greed, that's your fate
Underseas smoking leaves, killa fall
Can't be [?] so you sleep, on these [?]
[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]
[Verse 3: Short Nitty]
Criminal play all day, give me relish
Going to war in all ways, maxed [?]
Remember when niggas see me float, on the corners
Wanting to be like [?], never gonna
Hitting them up with 56's, dooky pounders
Kicking it with them wikad bitches, all around us
Give me my money with blood on it, cause I'm wikad
Hand me the game with love on it, till I'm lifted
Nitty would never be without, bout 380
Give me the chance to up and dunk, you must be crazy
Ready to roll no matter the call, if it's heated
Tell them to meet me at my show, fully fleeted
Hearing shots pop pop pop, at my enomy
Better to see me in the drop, y'all ain't feeling me
Taking my verse [?] first, or you with me
Digging my dirt for what it's worth, signed Nitty
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Up on the stage, rocking with spades, with my jenitals
We in a rage, if we don't get payed, we criminals
Grabbing the gun, nigga let's come, from the shoulders
Having fun, look at them run, from these soldiers
We be the dogs, we be the hogs, niggas don't [?]
You wanna rock, you wanna ball, straight up [?]
Used to be down, look at me now, making them heaters
Niggas they frown, when they hear the sound, of 9 millimeater
[?] involved, who do you call?
[?]
Haters [?], learn they lessons
[?] at my home, bank I made it
[?], gang related
Seeing my face in magazines, up in The Source, man
N9na plan on making that green, of course, man
Midwestside, give me the track, and Imma atack her
Scruing you wild, taking your style, and flip it backwards
I'm off in Hyland, sippin that fudge, drinking that bud
Techa N9na [?], sippin a cup
I lost y'all, when I return, do you call?
Killing them all, nigga we brawlle, boss doggin'
[Chorus: Big Scoob and Short Nitty]
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Gun in my hand, high till I land
Boss doggin'
Call us [?]
Might die in this vilants, [?]