Nasty Dog-Sir Mix-A-Lot

(*breathing noises mixed with a dog barking*) (*＂bow wow＂ - repeated*) Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ... Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ... [Verse 1] 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 (hmm) Bring hot water cause I might get stuck EW!, while I＇ma stop in Cosmo Cause my lyrical content is gando 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 ＇til 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 your walkin through the mall Cause I ain＇t nothin but a nasty dog [Break] (＂bow wow＂ - repeated and mixed with a dog barking) (Yeah) (What kind of dog is this?) Dog (I ain＇t nothin) but a nasty dog ... (What kinda dog is this?) [Skit] (*Woman knocks on door*) Woman #1: What you want? Woman #2: Can Mix come out to play? Woman #1: Nasty b**ch [Verse 2] So I＇m back puttin black kitty cats on their backs Big macks never lag, on wax I＇ma 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 a Bentley So I＇ma chase that cat ＇til 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 a** on Back to the kitty, cause she＇s kinda pretty I＇m couldn＇t stop lookin at her ta-ta-ta .. face Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog Little did she know I＇ma nasty dog [Break] - w/ ad libs (old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old DOG) [Verse 3] I＇m slingin that game like it ain＇t jack She＇s fat, black cat but she won＇t look back Rollin this Viper, tryna entice her Don＇t need a 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 a** body ＂Mack Daddy＂ didn＇t want this hotty Flashback to the cryin game I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang Usually I＇m quick to mack but that＇s road kill, 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 dia-logue Cause I＇ma nasty (*scratching*) (*dog bark*) (snapping and barking and Biting) dog (snapping and barking and biting) - 3X [Break] - (＂bow wow＂ - repeated and mixed with a dog barking) - w/ ad libs Cause I＇ma nasty dog Yeah, dog ... Nasty dog ... Nasty dog ... Nasty dog ... Nasty dog