South Park Mexican - Hoggin' And Doggin' lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Lucky Luciano, Low-G, Carolyn Rodriguez)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus - Carolyn:]</i><br>
We we we mobbin<br>
We hoggin and we doggin<br>
We creepin and we crawlin<br>
It's time to do you all in<br>
fa sho<br>
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<i>[Lucky]</i><br>
Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo<br>
5 star general, Lucky Luciano <br>
Yo my check's too fat, the banks can't cash it<br>
Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic<br>
Country to country I live in hotels<br>
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails <br>
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas<br>
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallaca?<br>
Sippin outta pineapple, actin a fool<br>
Step out my balcony and check out my view<br>
Im lookin brand new, i get menages crunk<br>
Lucky look cleaner then Andre Monk<br>
Open up my closet and you in the Galleria <br>
Im the shit homeboy call me Lucky Diarrhea<br>
Covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist<br>
Just to show out and stunt, I'm the Dope House Prince<br>
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<i>[Chorus 2X:]</i><br>
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<i>[SPM]</i><br>
I'm kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba<br>
I might be yo father betta ask yo mama<br>
I practice Karate like the boy Chuck Norris<br>
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell dem eatin my porridge?"<br>
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan<br>
I'm still commin down Orem just floorin the foreign<br>
Never borin or simple, man I'm really excitin<br>
I got to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and bitin<br>
I might poke ya eye out, i dont fight that fair<br>
I fought a dudde with some braids, and started pullin his hair<br>
But my boys back me up and leave nobody standin<br>
I'm like "Why ya'll jump in man I almost had'em"<br>
And they was like "Los he was beatin yo ass"<br>
I was letting him get tierd, man you messed up my plans<br>
Anyway, I'mma write a song about it and tell<br>
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself--haha<br>
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<i>[Chorus 2X:]</i><br>
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<i>[Low-G]</i><br>
I might play Chalupa, that's Mexican Bingo<br>
Peace to my boys up in Coffield and Beto<br>
My Benz take diesel, dejame explico<br>
If I hit the pen walk around with a pico<br>
I used to slang cincos, chilled on Domingos<br>
Dickies look young aint got no wrinkles<br>
Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footaz<br>
I be pulling hoes like a kid pick boogaz<br>
You can see my Rolly when I dip guacamole<br>
Got all white pit like Angelina Jolie<br>
I put red dots on 9 milla glocks<br>
Might make you think that you got chicken pox<br>
Got rims like a spida, weed to the lighta<br>
It's ya boy Low, I'mma killa not a fighta<br>
Roll with my china, phone off ringa<br>
I know you hear the hook, nigga that's my lil prima<br>
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<i>[Chorus 2X:]</i><br>
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I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out<br>
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out<br>
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo<br>
Went to see his wife and his daughter and his hijo<br>
The game is so frio, now he tippin Styrofoam<br>
said he gotta be right back before the lights is on<br>
But it's all gravity, learn from tragedy <br>
Just to let you know how cold them batches be<br>
Cause when it comes to the jealous man it get messy<br>
I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Peci<br>
I pimp the blood ouy ya mama and ya loved ones<br>
Sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins<br>
And guaranteed that you won't say nada<br>
Radio or not, man you still don't want no brrr--aaa,brrr--aa<br>
And that's the really really realest shit I ever spoken<br>
Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open<br>
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<i>[Chorus X2:]</i><br>
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Creepin and we crawlin, time to do you all in...<br>
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<i>[Thanks to Wedell for these lyrics]</i><br>
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