[Chorus - We we we We hoggin and we We creepin and we It's to do you all in fa sho
Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the capo 5 star general, Luciano Yo my check's too fat, the can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, toenails Sittin on a chair, 200 dollar chanclas Am I in Acapulco or Vallaca? Sippin outta pineapple, a fool Step out my balcony and check out my Im lookin brand new, i get menages look cleaner then Andre Monk Open up my closet and you in the Im the homeboy call me Lucky Diarrhea Covered in diamonds, get a of this wrist Just to show out and stunt, I'm the Dope House
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I'm kinda hotta lava, I got a dog that slobba I might be yo father betta ask yo I practice Karate the boy Chuck Norris I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell dem my porridge?" I'm still Ralph and I'm still Mike Jordan I'm commin down Orem just floorin the foreign borin or simple, man I'm really excitin I got to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and I poke ya eye out, i dont fight that fair I fought a dudde with some braids, and pullin his hair But my boys back me up and leave standin I'm like "Why ya'll in man I almost had'em" And they was like "Los he was yo ass" I was him get tierd, man you messed up my plans Anyway, I'mma write a song about it and All my that I beat him up all by myself--haha
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I might play Chalupa, that's Mexican Peace to my boys up in and Beto My Benz take diesel, explico If I hit the pen walk with a pico I used to cincos, chilled on Domingos look young aint got no wrinkles Shoot like Ming he hit 12 footaz I be pulling like a kid pick boogaz You can see my Rolly when I dip Got all white pit Angelina Jolie I put red dots on 9 glocks Might make you that you got chicken pox Got rims a spida, weed to the lighta It's ya boy Low, I'mma killa not a with my china, phone off ringa I you hear the hook, nigga that's my lil prima
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I'm at Dope House smoked out, Bash loc'd out Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he out He out his C.O., did it on the D-lo Went to see his and his daughter and his hijo The game is so frio, now he Styrofoam said he be right back before the lights is on But it's all gravity, from tragedy to let you know how cold them batches be Cause when it comes to the man it get messy I fuck around and gotta into some Joe Peci I pimp the blood ouy ya mama and ya ones Sell dog to ya uncles and ya cousins And guaranteed you won't say nada or not, man you still don't want no brrr--aaa,brrr--aa And that's the really really shit I ever spoken Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is open
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Creepin and we crawlin, to do you all in...