Hoggin' and Doggin' (feat. Baby Bash, Lucky Luciano, Low-G, & Carolyn Rodriguez)

We we we mobbin

We hoggin and we doggin

We creepin and we crawlin

It's time to do you all in

Fa sho

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 s**t homeboy call me Lucky Diarrhea

Covered in diamonds get a load of this wrist

Just to show out and stunt I'm the D**e House Prince

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 a**

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

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

D**kies look young ain't got no wrinkles

Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footaz

I be pulling h*es 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 w**d 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 n***a that's my lil prima

I'm at D**e 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 f**k around and gotta turn into some Joe Peci

I pimp the blood ouy ya mama and ya loved ones

Sell dog s**t 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 s**t I ever spoken

Don't get it twisted mayne D**e House is still open

Creepin and we crawlin time to do you all in