Hoggin' and Doggin'

[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 ain't 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:] Creepin and we crawlin, time to do you all in...