Dogz & Hogz

[Intro]
Fuck it, we all dogs (In here)
Nigga we all hogs
Fuck with [?] (Sup niggas?)
Mob Figaz nigga

[Verse 1: Bailey]
Where my nigga at? (Right here!)
Let's ride! Ap.9 with a ap.9 on his waistline
Real nigga! I got his back and he got mine
Real life fuck the rest what I feel like
I still write perfect and spit the heat
Know about the dirt before it even hit the street (Nigga)
Why pretend? Bailey run with the livest men
Fuck a snitch nigga give me five or ten
For win Willy Hen, Chuck and young G
P3, Eric B, The Quinn and AP
I kick shit likе Bruce, so they call me Bai-lеy
And when it comes to ho's? Fuck you, pay me!
Lately I had to check a few ho's for talkin' down
They used to run around these blocks they walk now
All my Frisco, San Jose, Vallejo, Sac and O Niggas
Go getters, L.A. San Di-e-go Niggas
The pimps, dealers, thieves and dome splitters
Put your middle finger up in the air and say it wit' us
For my flesh, my cousin my fam
Bye nigga! My brotha [?] missin' him

[Chorus: Bailey & AP.9]
Don't trust us bitch we all dogs!
Don't trust us nigga, we all hogs!
Thugs, untouchable niggas with mean mugs
Look out [?] get took out!

[Verse 2: Ap.9]
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a dog bitch
I'ma dog a bitch and let her crawl (Crawl bitch)
You niggas hoggin' a bitch I can not fall
My game too tall, niggas done pissed me off
Now I gotta tell 'em what I'm about like whoa
Niggas wanna fonk with fuckin' caliko
Everywhere I go you know I'm stayin' on my toes
And if you don't believe me come and look at what I drove
And if these niggas want me I got something for a foe
These thugs been exposed I got something for his song
Give her to Willy Hen and he gon' put her on a stroll
Call big Win and he gon' give me a ki of coke
And if I hit that quinn think them niggas smoked
I'm buyin' for my niggas in [?]
On Treppie Loc I'm suppyin' all my niggas with the guns and go to war
Stupid mothafuckas, mothafuckas you ain't know? (Dumb dumb dumb dumb)
This is for my niggas and them killas in the [?]

[Chorus: Bailey & AP.9]
Don't trust us bitch we all dogs!
Don't trust us nigga, we all hogs!
Thugs, untouchable niggas with mean mugs
Look out first nigga that hate get took out!

[Verse 3: Big Rich]
Yeah I'm from gangsta grove, where every thang is sold
From cocaine to hop, pussy and rocks the danger zone
Last man standin' came to fuck up your plan 'n
I need a piece of all the action so let's get a understandin'
You can rap about all the dirt you've done
But when my dirty niggas see you, they gon' give you one
I'm in the lab all day tryna get my album done
And when it gets released, there's gon' be problems on the streets
Niggas mad [?] cause we touchin' on ya freaks 'n
Not really carin' bustin' nuts on ya sheets 'n
Finally seein' money, well it's our turn to eat
And we the rawest young niggas bustin' raps on the beat
I fuck with Double d, lou, bail' and Devo
Five live niggas rest in peace to T-Bo
With AP's niggas got no other choise but to hang you
But it's gon take a bunch of y'all just to take me, nigga

[Chorus: Bailey & AP.9]
Don't trust us bitch we all dogs!
Don't trust us nigga, we all hogs!
Thugs, untouchable niggas with mean mugs
Look out first nigga that hate get took out!
Don't trust us bitch we all dogs!
Don't trust us nigga, we all hogs!
Thugs, untouchable niggas with mean mugs
Look out first nigga that hate get took out!