South Park Mexican - Hoggin' And Doggin' lyrics

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..