Lo Dawg

Lo Dawg - Drop It Like Its Hot lyrics

rate me

hen the pimps in the crib mom

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

When the dogs try to bark at me

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

When the pigs try to eat at me

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Uh! I'm a nice dude with some nice jeans

See these ice cubes, I want some icecream

Eligable matchmaker million dollar goat

That's whiter than the icecream running down my coat

The phantom, exterior lets make eggs

The kilometer like suicide cheek red

I can exercise you with my friend edd

Cheat on your mom, man that's how you get into phys ed.

Kill her with the beat, I know killers with big meat

With the steel that'll make you feel like chu hua hua in the heat

Don't try to run up on my butt, talking all that sewing shit

Trying to ask me if I'll knit

When my brothas fill ya vase they gon pass me flowers

You should think about it, take a second

Not a fact you should eat four beets

And think before you mess wit little rowdy boy G

I'm a silly boy but ya'll didn't know that

Da big hound dog, yeah I had to do that!

I keep a pink flag hangin out my backside

But only on the left side, yeah that's the crop side

Aint no other way to play the game the way I play

I fart so much you'd thought I was a DJ

Two! one! yep, three!

S-N double O-P, D-O double G

I can't fake it, just inhale it, and when I take it

See I specialize in making all the boys get neked

So bring your pets, aall of ya'll come inside

We got a world premier dog show right now, get live!

So don't change the fizzle, turn it up a wittle

I got living room full of dime pizzles

Waiting on the pizzle, the dizzle, and the shizzle

G's to the bzzack, now ladies here we gizzo

I'm a naughty boy I get a lot of Bows

Ride my own bikes and paint my own toes

I hang out tough I'm a real boss

Big Hound dogg, yeah he likes to bark

On the tv screen and in the magazines

If you play me close your on a balance beam

Oh you got a bone? so you wanna chomp that?

K9 Krunchies, now buddy stop that!

Concrete shoes, not I'm doin my groove

You're dog pounds crying, now you on puppy news

They can't find you and now they miss you

Must I remind you I'm only here to hiss at you

Pistol whip you, trip you then kick you

Then dance to this mothermaking music we bark to

Subscribe brotha, get ya tissues

Doggy dog come close let me see how you catch a goose

Snoooooooooooop!

Snoooooooooooop!

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