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big tymers - i'm a dog/i'm sorry (skit) lyrics

[mannie talking (high pitched voice)]
follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles]
follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby,
hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo,
you can stay or you can follow…[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a
dog,
and spit like a dog..

[mannie fresh rapping..]
i’m a d-o-g, you know me,
coming through this mother f-cker in an 83′
slant back with kits, spittin sh-t to your b-tch,
she’ll do anything for me cause i’m filthy rich,
hoe open your eyes, i’ll feed you popeyes,
then take you to the crib then i open ya thighs,
b-tch say what you want, do what you feel,
i’ll slam dunk a b-tch like shaquille o’neil,
no i don’t play ball but i’m a baller,
drop ya -ss off then i’ll call ya,
arebadurchi b-tch, step to the side,
got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride,
(?) then i’ll flee, go and get a tree,
shut the f-ck up b-tch and listen to me,
don’t worry what i’m doing, and who the f-ck i’m scr-w-ng,
my money run long like j.r yewin,
i’m a mack like roni, pretty like tony, puff like daddy, and the b-tches come early,
give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action,
spin around and grab my d-ck like michael jackson,
n-gg- pimpin ain’t dead, you heared what i said,
i got a high priced hoe, layin b-tches she red,
the chick want i, ’cause i’m superfly,
the b-tch don’t believe that i tell her a lie,
i’m an interstate pimp, walk with a limp,
hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp,
because i’m rich, chicks they notice me,
forever my lady ?, b-tch i ain’t jodeci,
if f-cking you is wrong, i don’t want to be right,
your mouthing feel good and your p-ssy is tight,
but you gotta understand i could never be your man,
put ya ring back on b-tch, you ain’t stan,
you wanna know the real, i tell you how i feel,
i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch i’m trying to make a bill,
i’m a dog b-tch, i don’t care,
f-ck what you talking bout, life ain’t fair,
hoes don’t help, they just spend your wealth,
then they gone in the wind when you lone and help,
other things and your children, smelling like urine,
gone from home, like you been out tourin,
think who you with, b-tch get off my d-ck,
i ain’t giving up nuthing, i ain’t paying your rent,
b-tch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle,
think you gettin money, then we gon’ have to tussle,
scooby do, but i don’t, tiger woods, but i wont, treat you like a woman,
b-tch bring me something, sucker punch ya -ss and leave ya ribcage thumpin’,

[chorus x2]
[tat–ze]
you a dog huh ?
[group]
keep pimpin’
[tat–ze]
you a dog huh ?
[group]
keep pimpin’
[tat–ze]
oh you a dog huh ?
[group]
keep pimpin’, keep pimpin’, keep pimpin’

[mannie fresh talking (high pitched voice)]
yeah, i wanna be your agent,
i wanna be your cousin,
i wanna be everything your man wasn’t,
i wanna be your friend,
i wanna know your atm pin,
if i tell you to follow me,
come with me, in a swimming pool,
full of biting pirahnnahs, dressed like you is madonna,
come with me baby, come with me, fly !, fly !,
and baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat,
all the caffine you can possibly drink,
red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white tv, these things i offer to you baby,
if you just come with me

[beat stops…]

[mannie fresh talking in normal voice:]
first of all, get off my lawn, before i pinch your m-th- f-ckin arm,
i ain’t gon’ fight you, i ain’t gon’ bite you, i ain’t gon’ kick you, or punch you, but i
will pinch the sh-t out of you,
i apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was
this one b-tch that had me mad
with all that beggin sh-t, she done took that cash money millionaire sh-t too far, it’s baby
on tv talkin about,
he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a maybach and all that, b-tch i drive
chevy’s, old chevy’s
get the f-ck off with that sh-t, there is some football players up the street, there is some
basketball players on the right side,
go beg to them m-th- f-ckers, i ain’t giving you sh-t, the stupidest sh-t my d-ck ever did
was f-ck you, i love ladies
but i hate hoes, that’s why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, zero !

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