[Chorus]
Tim Dog ain't shit!
Tim Dog ain't shit!
T-Tim Dog ain't shit!
Tim Dog ain't shit!
Tim Dog ain't shit!
Tim Dog ain't shit!
T-Tim Dog ain't shit!
Yo Timothy (What's my muthafuckin' name?)
[Verse 1]
Rick Rock, is muthafuckin' OG
Yeah, dropping a funky rhyme that all the bitches wanna see
See, I can make you move to any style, better be choosing
Yeah, the bitches say I'm suitin'
Tim Dog, if you're listening, yo my voice is crispin'
And be in my position, haha, keep wishing
To be upon a dope track, i'm giving the suckas what they lack
In fact, I'm comin' back, grippin' hard on my ball sack
Swing the mic right to a sucka till he can't stand
(Fuck Compton!) To me that's like a whack jam
Showin' on intelligence, a large like a kinda sense
You're lookin' dense with no hope of residence
Blind to the price, spread a gang alive
Fuckin' up a brother that bitches undercover
But i'mma keep steppin' with the nine ever rippin'
Gettin' deeper than it lanches, so sucka hold yo breath cuz
[Chorus]
Tim Dog ain't shit! (Yeah)
Tim Dog ain't shit! (Ain't shit!)
Tim Dog ain't shit!
(You want some of that? Y-you want some of that?)
Tim Dog ain't shit! (Hell nah!)
Tim Dog (S-Shut the fuck up!)
Punk ass bitch (S-Shut the fuck up
(You want some of that? S-Shut the fuck up)