J-zone - Hog Luv lyrics

[J-Zone] + (female) (Hey daddy!) Hey beitch (I wanna be your b*tch. How can I qualify?) I mean, it takes a real special kind of lady To be with a Boss Hog, y'knahmsayin? I mean You just can't be any girl to be a Hogette You gotta be that kind of girl you can take home And show your grandmother, y'knahmsayin? I mean You know what? I'm-I'ma tell you I'mma tell you what kind of girl you need to be Check it out, heh I need a girl with extensions in her hair Or she can be bald-headed, sh** I don't care! A crazy nag with a bad attitude That's all I need to put me in a good mood She beat her kids with a switch and joined the street gang Start sh** with other girls when they try to run game Standing at the bus stop, waiting for the Q3 Setting metal detectors with her bootleg j**elry Or a rich b**h from Long Isle' that actin like Hilary Banks High as the national debt, straight whylin Bougie, yet she drinks 40's of brew A Yale graduate, yet she snorted all of her room Used to search for a regular girl like a a** But you got nuttin to lose when yo' ho is low cla** Faith beat up her pops for sport, Jan's a klepto She can steal a 747 out an airport My new broad is neurotic with a slight mustache But somethin 'bout the crazy b**h won't let me quit her She went trick-or-treatin with her kids to rob the homeowners God damn n***a, maybe you should reconsider! Maaan f** that, I got no love with the wife type I never met one, so I stick to the trife type Got fo' kids, low cla**, but I can spank her And got a trackin device, strapped to her ankle So she ain't in the club, flirtin with Pharrell She's home by eight o'clock cause she don't wanna go to jail Met a Adrian Balboa bookworm type But on the low a coke sniffin snow blower had to let her go A grimy Far Rockaway thugmatic b**h Suburban-a** soccer mom drug addict b**h Every girl I date seems to be a nutcase And I'm the only dude that never been to jail the s*ut dates Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Robin I don't need 'em, them hoes got problems But I can't stay away, but if they ever need a place to stay Stay the f** from around my way, ya crazy b**h! [Hook: Boss Hog Barbarians] Somethin about you - makes me wanna make you my wife But b**h you trife and baldheaded with no job Callin all hoodrats and psychos They always wanna fight hoes Drunk, high, about to do a bid You wanna be a singer and you got four kids b**h you crazy, I should quit'cha Aww f** it, I'mma stay wit'cha [Celph Titled] Silky, filthy, her gold teeth like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all them gangsta b**hes from the neighborhood Cause I'm the one to f** you like no other brother would Type to go to Burger King, splurge on some onion rings Purple eyeliner, earrings the size of onion rings These are things I like in my girls, I ain't playin They the ones from junior high, skippin cla**, misbehavin Gettin f**ed in the stairwell, pregnant at 14 Runnin d** back and forth in projects at Fort Greene Asked if she could use a gun - she said, "Which one?" I said the M-249 she said, "Yeah that's that sh** son~!" Keep her p**y clean but b**h grimy as hell If cops find out she sell she'll be confined to a cell She don't write no love letters, she snuffin them thug heffers DipSet and D-Block, she only listen to thug records Perm in your hair or even a curly weave Buck fifty scar across the face as cute as can be I need a b**h that's a rider that's the one for me But she ain't gettin out of jail 'til I'm a hundred and three And really most of y'all dudes is too soft for these broads Offerin cards and candy, asian nails and ma**age But I just pull out the garage in a hooptie, ready for action For girls with tats on they breasts that read "Thug Pa**ion" [Hook] [J-Zone] Man f** that, this is dedicated To all my flaky, psychotic, drama queen ex-b**hes Doin time for stealin blank checks Got enough kids to start a f**in Pop Warner team Doin more d** than the cast of Different Strokes Jealous ex-boyfriend havin rap groupie tramp punk ho Stop callin me, don't e-mail me, don't come to my shows k** that I love you talk cause love went out with the Reebok pump I got nuttin for y'all but a case full of b**h-B-Gon And a can full of Ho Repellant, abra-cadabra b*tch DISSAPEAR!