What's A Dog 2 Do

What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
What are we-
What are we gonna do?

Let me rub the kitty, cat and make it go pitter-pat
Bumpin' on the hump, 'cause your rump is kinda phat
Let me hit it from the back, I won't not have to act
The life I drive, you drove because my Rover's on attack
When I walked in I was stalkin', talkin' sex to her
Gettin' next to her I take I was perplexed with her
No question or discussion, yo I'm rushin' her
I got a gal I'm livin' fouler than governor
She got the, BOOM! In the back and the POW! In the front
Not your, everyday stunt
I gotta kick it like a blunt
To, shootin' more caine than a hunter
Plenty back to fit the sinin'
I'mma head in like a cover
Give me the seven digits so I can come and get it
When I'm with it, yo I ain't bullshittin'
Sweat drippin' nuts grippin', for the perfect fit-in
Yo Grip I'm grippin' on the cuts that I be rippin'
'Cause I'll be hittin' 'til I blister her
Just as sure as my name is called "Christopher"
To the endin' from the beginnin' I'm all up for the winnin'
So stop your prunin', and drop your linin'
'Cause I'll be swingin' it, long and strong
And after I'm gone you'll say
"Damn he got it goin' on"
Straight up, I'll make ya want me
Dip like a donkey
No I'm not your average honky
You think I'm braggin', lyin' about the things that I'll
Be stabbin' whenever ya huntin' there's one up for the grabbin'
No grabbin' when I'm sneakin' up I'll be freakin' the G's
Like don't ya see where ya comin' you'll be talkin' to me
It's a straight up fact, I'm never whack in the sack
I got the sex facts that the next man lacks
So keep your girl in sight
But even if you do I'll be the one that she's beepin'
At the end of the night
And I look down at my pager
I see your coat and it reminds me how I rode like a Ranger
I really hate ya, played ya, fade ya
Can't help it I say "yeah, but I'm a dog by nature"
Yeah I'm a dog and I can't help it, no way to shelf it
Show me the skins and I begin yelpin'
This ain't the usual type of shit that the crews be kickin'
But it's true to how I'm livin'
I was writin' with the rhythm
So Biggie got rough, spark a spliff, cover brew
The Mad Flava Crew sayin'
"What we gonna do?"
What we gonna do?
What we gonna do?
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