Dubee - I'm Ah Hog lyrics

[Album Intro: Dubee & Sauce] Oh, so you got it? Oh and now since you got your personal package Mosey on to the dank man Spend your twomp Go get your Heem, get you some Hennessy And burn it in a Backwood if you really wanna get there (See, Dubee be on them backwoods) And when you get there (It's what I'm a do) It's in your soul [Song Intro: Sauce] (Stupid n***a, watch your a**, n***a!) You know what? Hey, hey, hey, man, hey man Will you n***as please sit the f** down So we can get into this n***a's sh**? Thank you What's happening, y'all? Wanna thank y'all for tuning in to W-Y-B-B Radio (C-C-C) Crestside Radio, we taking calls One more time, back in your ear Seven oh seven, five trey five, five trey five five We got Shequina's thick, fine a** in here Answering telephones (It's mandatory) Doja mist is all up in the studio, it's on On behalf of the C-C-C, Y-B-B, we wanna welcome Mac Dre home Young pimped-a** Sugawolf Continuing the macking tradition from the Crestside, check it out [Verse 1: Dubee] I'm just a hog in this sh**, pimpin all in my veins It's a shame that I serve y'all with explicit game I bang on the track, bring it back and matter fact I'm just your average, everyday hustler from the track With my strap, keeping a stack fat Slip with a grip we jack that Mandatory hogging for the green so we at that Just fetti related soldiers, hogging for the scrill Gotta pay my dank bill so I fiend to make mills Hustling sk**s indeed, fool that's what you need How could I claim to be a G but I ain't accumulatin' Gs? So I choose to make my Gs as priority Heavy hustling steady bubbling in these Crestside streets I mob on these beats, with capital hog-type spits And these s**as mug mean but your boy be on his So you see, it's nothing but that hog up in me From the perm to the tip of my t-o-e [Chorus: Dubee] Cause I'm nothing but a hog, just a hog Just a hog, just a hog You see? I'm just a hog I'm just a hog, I'm just a hog Can you see? I'm just a hog I'm just a hog, just a hog Cause I'm nothing but a hog, just a hog Just a hog, just a hog One more time, back in your ear [Verse 2: Dubee] It be that hog, dirty dog, pimping up in my blood From the Country Club serving it for the hustlers and thugs On the block mayne, we rock 'caine up in clumps With shrapnel spitting thang-thangs, for the dump You see, I be a G from the Country Club f**ing with hoggish thugs, show your mean mugs we show slugs Guaranteed to blow your skull out your beanie cap Where you at? I'm all about that hogging on the track With my strap, now look at here, or over there I put the mack down and bogards like a bear Cause I see them n***as don't show no love, for sheez They ride through and get to blasting, emptying clips, so I recollect, check and spread the news Catch em slipping, blow them n***as out they tennis shoes And they socks trying to plot, on Gs under trees But you know, them big dogs f** over fleas We call it filthy game, extreme, clever, keen Chop chops, and cavvy blocks hogging for the green You see? It's nothing but that hog up in me From the perm to the tip of my t-o-e [Chorus] [Verse 3: Dubee] Now I be hogging indeed, f**ing 'em up fasho I'm in the do', Y-B-B, letting them n***as know That it's that mini-mack mobster, Sugawolf Pimp Serving 'em with that sharp stuff, ready to break a b**h When I serve, I'm working they nerves, beating 'em down to the curb With this pimping gift of game that your cuddie mack served Leaving 'em stirred, broke down like pronouns and categories f**ing with hogs, who for sure gone clown, it's mandatory See my pimping is poised, so I hog like that And be a dog like that, and stabbing all y'all cats So when you see me hogging for mine Give your boy a playa wave and the pimping go fine It's a dose, serving that sh** from coast to coast Representing fat checks and my Crestside folks So you see, it's nothing but that hog up in me From the perm to the tip of my t-o-e [Outro: Sauce & Caller] Y-B-B Radio, caller you're on the air What's happening, Sauce? What's happening big boy? I'm already loving this Sugawolf sh** Alright, fasho Y'all did it again Hey man, ask Khayree if he can switch them beats up I love how y'all do that sh** How's that? Ha, there y'all go Uh-huh There y'all go You know it don't stop, playa, it don't stop Lookie here, we gotta get up outta here Right on man, we gone keep on listening (See) Cause uh, we gotta go Y'all keep on staying tuned That's banging, man I think up next we got The Mike D Show The real Mike D Once again, wanna thank you for tuning in To W-Y-B-B Radio On the wheels of uh, Crestside steel we got DJ Rell And of course all potent pimping and, uh Ghetto tactics and lyrical lacings provided by Sugawolf Alright pimp, go on to the next song Yeah (H-O-G) Yeah, the Real Mike D