South Park Mexican, Carolyn Rodriguez, Baby Bash, Low-G, Lucky Luciano - Hoggin' & Doggin' lyrics

We we we mobbin we hoggin and we doggin
We creepin and we crawin
It's time to do you all in

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

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

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

Im at the dope house smoked out
Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with charlie brown when broke out
He choked out his CO, 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 it's 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