(Chorus:)
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' & we Doggin'
We creepin' & 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 fat, 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 my balcony & check out my view
I'm lookin' brand new, I get menages crunk
Lucky look cleaner then Andre Monk
Open up my closet & you in the Galleria
I'm the shit homeboy call me Lucky Diarrhea
Covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist
Just to show out & stunt, I'm the Dope House Prince.

(Chorus:)
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' & we Doggin'
We creepin' & 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 yo' father better ask yo' mamaI practice Kickstart like the boy Chuck Norris
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the hell done eatin' my porridge?"
I'm still Ralph Lauren & 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 got to clubs & be fightin' I be kickin' & bitin'
I might poke your eye out, I don't fight that fair
I fought a dude with some braids & started pullin' his hair
But my boys back me up & leave nobody standin'
I'm like "Why ya'll jump in man? I almost had'em"
& they was like "Los he was beatin' yo' ass"
I was lettin' him get tired, man you messed up my plans
Anyway, I'm a write a song about it & tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by myself...(laugh)

(Chorus:)
We we we mobbin'We Hoggin' & we Doggin'
We creepin' & 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 & 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 footers
I be pullin' hoes like a kid pick boogers
You can see my Rolly when I dip guacamoly
Got 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 a spider, weed to the lighterIt's your boy Low, I'm a killer not a fighter
Roll with my china, phone off the ringer
I know you hear the hook, nigga that's my lil' prima.

(Chorus:)
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' & we Doggin'
We creepin' & we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]

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 & his daughter and his hijo
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 fuck around & gotta turn into some Joe Peci
I pimp the blood out your mama & your loved ones
Sell dog ---- to your uncles & your cousins
& guaranteed that you won't say nada
Radio or not, man you still don't want no brrr...aaa,brrr...aa
& that's the really really realest shit I ever spoken
Don't get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open.

(Chorus:)
We we we mobbin'
We Hoggin' & we Doggin'
We creepin' & we crawlin'
It's time to do you all in. [x2]

Creepin' & we crawlin' time to do you all in...