Hoggin' & Doggin'

[Hook: Carolyn Rodriguez]

We we we mobbin

We hoggin and we doggin

We creepin and we crawin

It's time to do you all in

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]

Hold up im too thowed, im the young capo

5 star general, Lucky Luciano

Yo my checks 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

Im lookin brand new, I get menages crunk

Lucky Lu cleaner then Andre Monk

Open up my closet and you're in the galleria

Im the shit homeboy, call my lucky diarrhea

Covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist

Just to show out and stunt, im the dope house prince

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: SPM]

Im 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

Im papa bear im like "who the hell been eatin my porridge"

Im still Ralph Lauren and im still Mike Jordan

Im still comin down Orem just floorin the foreign

Never borin or simple, man im 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

Im like "why y'all 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--haha

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3: Low G]

I might play chalupa, that's the 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 pullin hoes like a kid pick boogaz

You can see my rolli when I dip guacamole

Got a 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

Its ya boy Low, I'm a killa not a fighta

Roll with china, phone off the ringa

I know you hear the hook, nigga thats my lil prima

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 4: Baby Bash]

Im at the dope house smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out

Doin tracks with charlie brown when broke out

He choked 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

Buts its 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 brrr--aa, brrr--aa

And thats the really really realest shit I ever spoken

Don't get twisted mayne, dope house is still open

[Hook 2x]