South Park Mexican (spm) - Hoggin' And Doggin' lyrics

rate me

Chorus - Carolyn:]

We we we mobbin

We hoggin and we doggin

We creepin and we crawlin

It's time to do you all in

Fa sho

[Lucky]

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

Gimmie 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 Vallaca?

Sippin outta pineapple, actin a fool

Step out my balcony and check out my view

I'm lookin brand new, I get menages crunk

Lucky look cleaner then Andre Monk

Open up my closet and you 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

[Chorus 2X:]

[SPM]

I'm kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba

I might be yo father betta ask yo mama

I practice Karate like the boy Chuck Norris

I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell dem eatin my porridge?"

I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan

I'm still commin down Orem just floorin the foreign

Never borin or simple, man I'm really excitin

I got 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 dudde 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 tierd, 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--haha

[Chorus 2X:]

[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 aint got no wrinkles

Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footaz

I be pulling hoes like a kid pick boogaz

You can see my Rolly when I dip guacamole

Got 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 spida, weed to the lighta

It's ya boy Low, I'mma killa not a fighta

Roll with my china, phone off ringa

I know you hear the hook, nigga that's my lil prima

[Chorus 2X:]

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 hijo

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 batches be

Cause when it comes to the jealous man it get messy

I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Peci

I pimp the blood ouy 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 brrr--aaa, brrr--aa

And that's the really really realest shit I ever spoken

Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open

[Chorus X2:]