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

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)