Cognito, Rick Ross - Dog It's Not You!

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Rick Ross, Caraseen Cartell
Got that, dog?
That’s not you
I’m respected like Neeno, dog, that’s not you
You more like G Money or Dutta Man
I brandish big guns, I’m like «fuck it, man»
Pistol to your chest, touch glands
I’m smoking the dope, not the Plush brand
I’m getting clean money, look ma, such as
I ghostwrite, race bikes, still pimpin on most nights
I keep most light, Fat Boy on the next page
You won’t feel me till the Teks wave, or your neck grazed (Bow your head,
let’s pray)
My name is Rick Ross, my aim, to hit y’all
Pack your bags Boo, why? my dick soft
No love, I’m a killer, Mercedes Benz, wide-body filler
Champagne chiller, pop corks
Well-known on the golf course
Crimes of all sorts
Shit, it’s time to sign off
This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you)
Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you)
Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you)
Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you)
Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you)
Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you)
Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you)
Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you)
You can catch me on the corner at 9
Me and Ross with flame eyes
No, that’s not you
So, parents, be advised
Xerox ballers, y’all worst kinds of dirt
With your moms Christmas
Cut up fish scales, now you think you’re the harder than stone
Not enough to make a profit, plus you’re balling alone
Who you throwin' it to, don’t you see the defensive zone
I got ya heat seeking, wipe the sweat from your dome
You seen a Baywatch complements
The four-and-a-half and Charlie Brown getting kissed
Got the Ruger and the 6, I must confess
If it ain’t you, then leave it to true vets
I seen it once before, a little more gruesome than this
slit his throat, years ago, a hundred a brick
It’s pure venom plus the strike and never miss him
In and out, even before he knew what bit him
Man, this ain’t you, flesh and torn tissue
Moms up late at night screaming she miss you
I know the game like the
Mean streets and furs as thick as
Boy, takin' a ten and fiends think you Hova
That’s why lyrically I will rainstorm over
Any sucka who be thinkin' that he even
That’s why I carry two 8's and pop, drunk or sober
This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you)
Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you)
Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you)
Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you)
Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you)
Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you)
Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you)
Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you)
We from the area where feds won’t let a nigga rest
But our dumbass will let the cops track your GPS
Pass me more, help a nigga’s stress
We go back to weed hoes ask for refunds
Trouble? You need none
We three-deep in each one
Eat guns like Miami Vice reruns
Crockett and Tubbs, cockin and poppin the slugs
Sprocket the dubs, ain’t no stoppin the drugs
Just keep thugs hoppin in clubs
Ask somebody
If you undercover, get your ass from round me
I murder your ass, 1/3 of a bird and ½
Have you look like you burned in a crash
To all our Cuban supporters, burnin the flags
I’m burnin the bag of herb, birds
Workin off your pager, 'cause cops are harassing curbs
No disrespect, dog
That’s not you, dog
This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you)
Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you)
Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you)
Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you)
Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you)
Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you)
Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you)
Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you)
We some bad motherfuckers, none of a kind
Squeezin' it off to my palm, same design
Oh you a big boy? niggas like you, I get the 5th for ya
And open up your chest, like a 24-hour store
Blazing, connected like Voltron, amazing
With Infrared dot, that cover you up like Dalmatians
Good fellas, split your way back to the Vanilla
Your sweet like wine seller, me, I’m 10 Gorillas
With lyrics that spit more fire than Godzilla
You standing too close, the kryptonite might kill ya
Blinkin', lights going out, slowly sinkin'
You came second to none, now do your thinkin
First in the game, whoever in the game, you may remain
But, long as I play, clear my lane
I’m supreme, never unleaded
I keep the blue steel, who wanna get it?
Your suit’s fitted
This type of life we live (Dog, that’s not you)
Bad broads, fast cars (Dog, that’s not you)
Nice minks, ice links (Dog, that’s not you)
Talking that killer shit (Dog, that’s not you)
Being bothered by the feds (Dog, that’s not you)
Pulled over and harassed (Dog, that’s not you)
Keep bitches on your dick (Dog, that’s not you)
Put 50 on your wrist (Dog, that’s not you)