Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow)
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow)
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun
Lookin' for a coochie proper
Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama
Never make babies, can't get rabies
Makin' head hit and it's crazy
And when I catch a little kitty lookin', oh, so tough
Bring hot water 'cause I might get stuck (mmm)
Ooh, while I'ma stop hittin' Cosmo
'Cause my lyrical content is bando
Stickin' to the mind of the critics
I'm still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey, come here, buddy)
Bow-wow was the sound of the hound with the C-town crown
I sniff around till I pin cats down
They like to run up trees
But I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys
Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty
I can't let a cat run past me
Watch your skirt when you're walkin' through the mall
'Cause I ain't nothin' but a nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow) (yeah) dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow) (I ain't nothin') but a nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow)
(What kinda dog is this?)
(What you want? Can Mix come out to play? Nasty bitch)
So I'm back puttin' black kitty cats on their backs
Big macks never lag, on wax, I'm a low down dog
I just stepped up and other dogs wanna flex up
I ain't tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker
So sit on down and watch the bank stacker
It still ain't easy, G
But this dog's up in me
So I'ma chase that cat till I can't chase no mo'
There she goes in a drop-top Rocko
What's up with your car, sweetie?
Come on down and jump in the black 'ini
Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain't down
Oh no, hot sauce in my dog chow
Another brother can't see me, but he wants to be me
I'm layin' these thangs on 'em freely
Now you got fo' fo' chromes, straight layin' on your dome
And get your mangy ass on
Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty
I couldn't stop looki'n at her ti'-ti'-ti'-ti', face
Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog
Little did she know, I'm a nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow) (old, stinky, rotten, triflin' old dog) dog
(Bow-wow) mangy, sly old dog
I'm slingin' that game like it ain't Jack
I seen a stack, black cat, but she won't look back
Rollin' this Viper, tryna entice her
Don't need to front, but I likes to
Get me an attitude, fightin' over who pulls up
Two dogs in a sports car, playin' old cuts
Turned down the James Brown
I said: What's up, girl? But she still won't turn around
Attitude (what up?), attitude (what's up?)
When the girls are playin' the role and what do we do? (Call 'em stuck up)
Now we're both tryna front like we don't care
Whip a U-Turn to get a quick stare
But the face was hurtin' (damn)
The girl's grill was tore up, mustache wasn't workin'
Grandma old face with a nom ass body
Mack daddy didn't want this hottie
Flashback to the cryin' game
I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang
Usually I'm quick to mack, but that's roadkill, back it up, black
Quiz it to giz it with the quick hiz-its for zeeze it, tazease it
It's hard for me to leave it, not sexist, just sexy with my dialogue
'Cause I'm a nasty
(Snappin' and barkin' and bitin') dog
(Snappin' and barkin' and bitin')
(Snap-snap-snap-snappin' and barkin' and bitin')
(Snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snappin' and barkin' and bitin')
'Cause I'm a nasty dog
(Bow-wow) yeah, dog
(Bow-wow) nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow)
(Bow-wow, bow-wow) nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow) nasty dog
(Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow) nasty dog
