Big Dogs Songtext
von Method Man & Redman

Def Squad, Wu-Tang, hahaha

Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out

Call us gorillas of the mist, raunchy vocalists
(Yo, code name) Doc, what′s your name? (Hot Nix)
Who them slick kids puffing that shit, holding they dicks?
Yo, them same two driving your whip, fucking your bitch
Hold me down, son
Yo, I hold you down with the pound
You got a lot of bitches? Ayo, but where they at now?
Diggy down, down, we reservoir Dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on a kitten, making it meow-meow
Yo, we bring the beef to you infested with the mad cow


Disease we set to load, cock and squeeze
(Boo-yaa!) we too hard to hold on
One-armed slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff
When I dip-dip-dabber, the antisocializer
Everything be ice cream, observe the frugia gloucester
We rock ya, knock ya, fucking whole team off the roster
Starting lineup: Iron Lung (Funk Doctor)

Don't fuck with the big dog
Don′t fuck with the big dog
Don't fuck with the big dog
Don't fuck with the big dog

Johnny Blaze the Ghost Rider (uh) ghost stories by the campfire (uh)
We night breed, vampire
Ducking from the Head Russian (uh) Wu-Tang production (uh)
Percussion′s bringing repercussions (uh)
I hold my mic sideways, busting, another one bites the dust and (uh)
Cardiac arrest, clutching (uh) your chest sucking (uh)
Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth
Niggas dying from papercuts, bleeding to death
Down these mean streets, Johnny Quest (uh)
From AS-CAP to NAS-DAQ
Get that money sack


These habitats ain′t no place to raise a family at
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats (uh)
So watch your back when you come to the slum
There ain't nowhere to run from the Iron Lizard lung (uh)
Phases on stun, I be giving it to son
My plate spares no one, my UZI weighs a ton
(Word up, mad hog)

Don′t fuck with the big dog
Don't fuck with the big dog
Don′t fuck with the big dog
Don't fuck with the big dog
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out
Check it, check it out (Don′t fuck with the big dog)
Check it, check it out

Pon cauc', the Don Juan Doc
Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots
My description: black male, yellow to mellow
I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow
With D-O, Pino Co′, Peabo knows
To duck when he hear the bite with the squeaky clutch
Swallow this, hard act to follow
You can parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle

I′m tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion (dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)
Yo, fuck yo′ applaud, bitches still rush me like they rush the store
Before Soul Train awards, the corporator law
Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew specialize in snaking your bitch
Robbing you while you on the floor shaking and shit
I′m doing me, now do you (yo, who you?) Doc

I bomb shit 'till the conflict′s crucial, I
Be the black Emiño, I mean, yo
I'm supreme like the team show, what you paid your cream fo'?
(To see you sit down) Yo, nah, we get the fuck up
(And leave the one you with) Then take her from Usher

That′s right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes
U.S. Marshals out to pin us up like snipes
(Go in and drive) Fuck takin me and Meth alive
(Ayo, you lick that-a-way) You lick out the other side

Yeah, yeah