Feat. b.g.
[b.g.]
Look here my nigga; its for your own motherfuckin good
You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
How you get left, the only thing people can say is ughh
I been know for reignin choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin baller blockers and duckin coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion
An told me to meet him at la x and its bout some business
I flauge in, he tellin me some busta trippin
Please let your lil dog pay this cat a visit
Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy
Make sure his days livin, cut to a minimum
I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga
I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas dont walk it, and talk about it
But this nigga b.g. gon be dog about it

[chorus ­ b.g.]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
Im a dog nigga, and ima walk that walk and talk that talk nigga

[mack 10]
Nigga Im bout sherm smokin and trigga chokin
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin blood soakin
Dont doubt it, its c.m.r so I shout it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
Thats all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else I love
Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack
Youll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
But firsts things first, find him, hit em wit the tool
Then make his blood ooze until theres no more to lose
Murder, murders a must, take the stairway to heaven
And if you fuck wit mack, then its a 187
So if you do me, then Ill do you
But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin crew
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
Im a straight dog about it plus a westside rider

[chorus ­ b.g.]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

[b.g.]
I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin, settle down
I tried to tell ya that, lil b.g. is ghettoed down
I tried to tell ya that, niggas raw from uptown
And release nothin but a hundred plus rounds

[mack 10]
Hold up b.g. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin phony
Big stunter corlone gave the word and now its on
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop em in his dome
Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, aint a damn thang changed

[chorus ­ b.g.]
When we in beef, we come, and dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

When we come, we come, dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

When we come, we come, dog we aint playin
Its bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever