When my dogs at, we right here dawg, when my dogs at, right here dawg, when my dogs at, we right here dawg, now where my dogs at I said get at me, ain't talking to you, with that rap beat, get at me, ostrich skin seats like it's acne, get at me Never tacky, jeans made by acne, covering up the tackies and patackies It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas, felt bad I never finished college, now we f***ing cuties with booties and dappin' den silk pajamas Living the dream, open up your eyelids, me and Flaco on the island with a few bad b****es, help my cousin make a meal off a durag venice All my dogs with the s***, you with a few cat litters, all the yellow with the black like the rubex Back when I was wetting beds, I was still catching head, if I was busting dishes, I'd be still f***in' Booth pack, get wrapped, just like Christmas, gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem world wearing under armors, under the armors, I'm a pretty motherf***er, calmer, going discalmer Pretty much about to f*** your mama, kinda running late for this meeting with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right, meet me with your rompers, see me when the vibe right More money, more problems, more choppa, more drama, man, I got these hoes, feelin' like Mobama Where my dogs at? You right here, dawg Who gon' do what? My dogs gon' chew up N***a, look out, cause look down like what you f***in', and we don't give two f***s Where I'm from, you lunch, you food, caught your bluff, pockets worn, brother, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up, I hold a gold toothbrush, I get my gold too rough I'ma start my n***a out in Timberland, New Buck, young buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck, big horns, too buck More good than Cuba, they try to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swear to the bullets, get your target up, hood pop up in this n***a and drive long, we drunk Now where my dogs at? You right here, dawg I said get at me, ain't talking to you n****s with that rap, get at me Get at me, off your skin seats like it's acne, get at me Never tacky jeans made by acne, loving the patackies and patackies