We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' and we Doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in
fo' sho'
[Lucky:]
Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo
5 star general, Lucky Luciano
Yo my check's too fast, the banks can't cash it
Give me 10 days, meanwhile I got plastic
Country to country I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sittin' on a beach chair, $200 chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallaca?
Sippin' outta pineapple, actin' a fool
Step out on 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 sh** 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:]
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' and we Doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]
[South Park Mexican:]
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 done eatin' my porridge?"
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan
I'm still comin' down Orem just floorin' the foreign
Never borin' or simple, man I'm really excitin'
I go to clubs and be fightin' I be kickin' and bitin'
I might poke your 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'
I'm like "Why y'all jump in man? I almost had him"
and they was like "Los he was beatin' your a**"
I was lettin' him get tired, man you messed up my plans
Anyway, I'm a write a song about it and tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself, ha ha
[Chorus:]
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' and we Doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]
[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 Domingo's
Dicky's look young ain't got no wrinkles
Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footers
I be pullin' hoes like a kid pick boogers
You can see my Rolly when I dip guacamole
Got a all white pit like Angelina Jolie
I put red dots on 9 miller glocks
Might make you think that you got chicken pox
Got rims like spider, weed to the lighter
It's your boy Low, I'm a k**er not a fighter
Roll with my china, phone off the ringer
I know you hear the hook, n***a that's my lil' prima
[Chorus:]
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' and we Doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]
[Baby Bash:]
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 mijo
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 f** around and gotta turn into some Joe Peci
I pimp the blood out your mama and your loved ones
Sell dog sh** to your uncles and your 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 sh** I ever spoken
Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open
[Chorus:]
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' and we Doggin'
We creepin' and we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]
Creepin' and we crawlin' time to do you all in..