Hoggin' and Doggin' (feat. Baby Bash, Lucky Luciano, Low-G, & Carolyn Rodriguez)
SPM
Hip-Hop/Rap
11.089
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Baby Bash
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Carolyn Rodriguez
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Low-G
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Lucky Luciano
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SPM
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Carlos Coy
Songwriter:in
Christian Garcia
Songwriter:in
Ronnie Bryant
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
5PM
Produzent:in
Jaime "Pain" Ortiz
Mischtechniker:in
Mark Kidney
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
For sho
[Verse 2]
Hold up, I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo
Five star general, Lucky Luciano
Yo, my check's too fat, the banks can't cash it
Give it ten days, meanwhile, I got plastic
[Verse 3]
Country to country, I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sitting on a beach chair, two hundred dollar chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallarta?
[Verse 4]
Sipping out a pineapple, acting a fool
Step out on my balcony and check out my view
I'm looking brand new, I get menages crunk
Lucky Lu cleaner than Andre Monk
[Verse 5]
Open up my closet and you're 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
[Verse 6]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 7]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 8]
I'm kinda hotter than lava, I got a dog that slobber
I might be your father, better ask your mama
I practice karate like the boy Chuck Norris
I'm papa bear, I'm like, who the hell been eating my porridge?
[Verse 9]
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan
I'm still coming down Orem just flooring the foreign
Never boring or simple, man, I'm really exciting
I go to clubs and be fighting, I be kicking and biting
[Verse 10]
I might poke your eye out, I don't fight that fair
I fought a dude with some braids and started pulling his hair
But my boys back me up and leave nobody standing
I'm like, why y'all jump in? Man, I almost had 'em
[Verse 11]
And they was like, Los, he was beating your ass
I was letting him get tired, man, you messed up my plans
Anyway, I'ma write a song about it and tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself, ha ha
[Verse 12]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
We mobbin'
[Verse 13]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
I used to sling cinco, chilled on Domingo's
Dickies look young, ain't got no wrinkles
Shoot like Ming when he hit twelve footers
I be pulling hoes like a kid pick boogers
[Verse 16]
You can see my Rollie when I dip guacamole
Got a all-white pit like Angelina Jolie
I put red dots on nine milli Glocks
Might make you think that you got chicken pox
[Verse 17]
Got rims like spider, weed to the lighter
It's your boy Low, I'm a killer not a fighter
Rolla with my china, phone off the ringer
I know you hear the hook, ****, that's my lil' prima
[Verse 18]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 19]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 20]
I'm at the Dope House, smoked out, Baby bash loc'd out
Doing tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He choked out his CO, did it on the D-low
Went to see his wife and his daughter and his mijo
[Verse 21]
The game is so frio, now he tipping 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
[Verse 22]
'Cause when it comes to the jealous, man, it gets messy
I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Peshi
I pimp the blood out your mama and your loved ones
Sell dog shit to your uncles and your cousins
[Verse 23]
And guaranteed that you won't say nada
Radio or not, man, you still don't want no brap, brap
And that's the really, really, realest shit I ever spoken
Don't get it twisted, man, Dope House is still open
[Verse 24]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 25]
We, we, we mobbin'
We hoggin' and we doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
[Verse 26]
Creepin' and we crawlin'
Time to do you all in
Written by: Carlos Coy, Christian Garcia, Ronnie Bryant
