Can't Fuck Around - Tim Dog

Hey yo, Dog man what’s up with that, man?

Brothers out here say you ain’t got no metaphor

What’s up with that shit man?

Yo, you better flow man

I want to hear them funky rhymes you fucking got

Word, G

Go for yours

Suffering succotash

I’ll harass and whip another rapper’s ass fast

If he try to get past

My hard core rhythm addict, words of metaphor

My rhymes are better for, so go ahead and let it pour

You be waiting for a rapper just like me

Tim Dog, D-O-G

So get up, sit down, matter of fact, step off

Your soft, your just like a cold with a cough

You need to be cured and re-insured

And what you may seem to be

But let’s see

Forget it punk, you’re just dying

If you don’t have the talent, there’s no sense in trying

Try and defeat me, can’t compete with me

Cheat me, treat me bad or just damn beat me

But it won’t work

The Dog is no joke

All your ideas are up in smoke

It’s realistic, to bad you missed it

Somethings in my pants, jumping down and kiss it

Call me your papa, daddy, honorable father

But diss Tim Dog, why bother?

You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

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You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

Roll the dice, cracked, hot damn

I’m not who you think I am

I don’t need a cane, cause I don’t limp

Tim Dog’s a pimp and not a wimp

He’s a subject matter without the chit chatter

You’re looking at a brother that’s badder

To manifest, guess the rest at best

Put up a test, yes and watch a sucker ass 'fess

I’m the man and all girls love me

Fuck around, will try to be above me

You want to play me like I ought to be taught?

Remember, I ain’t taking no shorts

I’m gonna get mine and you get yours

And just cause you’re girl want to give me some drawers

Don’t get mad and try to give me some static

My posse is thick and automatic

What I got bringing up the force

My brother L-King leading of the source

And Ced Gee with a nine in hand

The suckers out there don’t understand

Yo, that I committed, rhymes get with it

Suckers try to get it, but they can fit it

I flow like a river, rhymes I deliver, make emcees shiver

Who, who, who, and I give ya

A devastating rhyme that is good to go

Fuck with the Dog, you just don’t know

I crush and must, I bust the fuss, disgust to hust

Think you’re better than Dog you’re on dust

Ballistic, mystic, gifted, twisted, shifted, lifted

Slop ya like I’m serving a biscuit

I’ll cruise right by you, playa

And I’ll return like a son of a Jedi

You get smashed and crashed in a flash

Boom, bash, you know that ass won’t last

You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

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You can’t fuck around

Super superb, mass hysteria, worry a harrier

My rhymes deliver you like a messenger carrier

Double ya and start scheme and beam and redeem

A technique to mixes, I’m creaming

Motivate and ill innovate, participate

Goddamn, it’s time to eliminate

Coo-coo for Cocoa puffs, eat your Rice Krispies

Turn to the Hulk for my man Bill Bixby

Flame on, turn into the Human Torch

Scorch, drinking lemonade on a porch

Trust in God, you’re not hard

Get a body guard, I’ll pull a card

And faking niggas get scarred

You can’t fuck around

You can’t fuck around

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You can’t fuck around

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You can’t fuck around