South Park Mexican — Hoggin & Doggin

[Hook: Carolyn Rodriguez] We we we mobbin We hoggin and we doggin We creepin and we crawin It's time to do you all in [Verse 1: Lucky Luciano] Hold up im too thowed, im the young capo 5 star general, Lucky Luciano Yo my checks too fat, the banks can't cash it Gimme ten days, meanwhile I got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallarta Sippin outta pineapple actin a fool Step out on my balcony and check out my view Im lookin brand new, I get menages crunk Lucky Lu cleaner then Andre Monk Open up my closet and you're in the galleria Im the shit homeboy, call my lucky diarrhea Covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist Just to show out and stunt, im the dope house prince [Hook 2x] [Verse 2: SPM] Im kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba I might be yo father betta ask yo mama I practice karate like the boy Chuck Norris Im papa bear im like "who the hell been eatin my porridge" Im still Ralph Lauren and im still Mike Jordan Im still comin down Orem just floorin the foreign Never borin or simple, man im really excitin I go to clubs and be fightin, I be kickin and bitin I might poke ya 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 Im like "why y'all jump in? man I almost had 'em" And they was like "Los, he was beatin yo ass" I was letting him get tired, man you messed up my plans Anyway, I'mma write a song about it and tell All my fans that I beat him up all by myself--haha [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Low G] 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 I used to slang cincos, chilled on domingos Dickies look young ain't got no wrinkles Shoot like Ming when he hit 12 footaz I be pullin hoes like a kid pick boogaz You can see my rolli when I dip guacamole Got a all white pit like Angelina Jolie I put red dots on 9 milla Glocks Might make you think that you got chicken pox Got rims like a spida, weed to the lighta Its ya boy Low, I'm a killa not a fighta Roll with china, phone off the ringa I know you hear the hook, nigga thats my lil prima [Hook 2x] [Verse 4: Baby Bash] Im at the dope house smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out Doin tracks with charlie brown when broke out He choked 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 Buts its all gravity, learn from tragedy Just to let you know how cold them bastards be Cause when it comes to the jealous man it gets messy I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Pesci I pimp the blood out ya mama and ya loved ones Sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins And guaranteed that you won't say nada Radio or not, man you still don't want no brrr--aa, brrr--aa And thats the really really realest shit I ever spoken Don't get twisted mayne, dope house is still open [Hook 2x]