"Hoggin' And Doggin'" lyrics

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

[Lucky Luciano:]
Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo
5-star general, Lucky Luciano
Yo my check's too fat, the banks can't cash it
Gimme ten days, meanwhile I got plastic
Country to country I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sittin on a beach chair, 200-dollar chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallarta?
Sippin outta pineapple, actin a fool
Step out on my balcony and check out my view
I'm lookin brand-new, I get menages crunk
Lucky Lu cleaner than Andre Monk
Open up my closet and you're in the galleria
I'm the shit homeboy call me "lucky diarrhea"
Covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist
Just to show out and stunt, I'm the Dope House Prince

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

[South Park Mexican:]
I'm kinda hotter than lava, I got a dog that slobba
I might be yo father better ask yo mama
I practice karate like the boy Chuck Norris
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell been eatin my porridge?"
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan
I'm still comin down Orem just floorin the foreign
Never borin or simple, man I'm really excitin
I go to clubs and be fightin, I be kickin and bitin
I might poke ya eye out, I don't fight that fair
I fought a dude with some braids, and started pullin his hair
But my boys back me up and leave nobody standin
I'm like "Why ya'll jump in man I almost had'em"
And they was like "Los he was beatin yo ass"
I was letting him get tired, man you messed up my plans
Anyway, I'mma write a song about it and tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself
Ha-ha

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

[Low-G:]
I might play chalupa, that's Mexican Bingo
Peace to my boys up in Coffield and Beto
My Benz take diesel, dejame explico
If I hit the pen walk around with a pico
I used to slang cincos, chilled on Domingos
Dickies look young ain't got no wrinkles
Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footaz
I be pulling hoes like a kid pick boogaz
You can see my Rollie when I dip guacamole
Got an all-white pit like Angelina Jolie
I put red dots on 9-milla Glocks
Might make you think that you got chicken pox
Got rims like a spider, weed to the lighter
It's ya boy Low, I'mma killer not a fighter
Roll with my china, phone off the ringer
I know you hear the hook, nigga that's my little prima

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
Went to see his wife and his daughter and his mijo
The game is so frio, now he tippin Styrofoam
Said he gotta be right back before the lights is on
But it's all gravity, learn from tragedy
Just to let you know how cold them bastards be
'Cause when it comes to the jealous man it gets messy
I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Pesci
I pimp the blood out ya mama and ya loved ones
Sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins
And guaranteed that you won't say nada
Radio or not, man you still don't want no brr, ah, brr, ah
And that's the really really realest shit I ever spoken
Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open

We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

We we we mobbin
We hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawlin
It's time to do you all in
For sure

Creepin and we crawlin, time to do you all in