The Bo$$ Hog Barbarians - Hog Hop lyrics

[J-Zone, using a "Screwed" voice] Muh'f**er this ain't Hip-Hop... This is Hog Hop, b**h! Yo Celph, drop that beat man [Celph Titled] Way too tough {ahhh} ("good evening") All you hogs and hogettes ("welcome to hog heaven") Praise the hog! ("who me?") Who you is? [J-Zone] HA HA HA! J-Zone, a.k.a. Captain {*martial arts sound*} Backslap-Ya-b**h, a.k.a. Kenny Hoggins (YEAH!) Tom Jones of rap 2006 Bobby Brown God damnit (uh-huh) And who are you? [Celph Titled] I be Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban, a.k.a. Wade Hoggs Captain Crunk, Snout Hoggy Hogg (yeah) Motherf**in Reverand Get Right The pastor of pimpin (hahaha) b**h! [Zone] Pigs are filthy animals, but lames better get in line [C.T.] Preach! [Zone] So you got the hog to the snout [Zone] Show 'em what you all about or pay the swine fine [C.T.] And if a b**h can't swim, she need a hoe-tation device [Zone] Heh.. yo, yo Celph you made this beat? [C.T.] Oh fo' sho' you know I had to $MOB 'em out on the funk tip [Zone] Aww man! [C.T.] They ain't ready for it though [Zone] Damn, that's some hog sh** [Zone] I don't think they expectin this type of sh** from us man [Zone] I mean, we usually don't do no funk sh** like this but [Zone] Really don't give a f** though [C.T.] Hell no! [Zone] Y'know, if you expected "Pimps Don't Pay Taxes Pt. II" or [C.T.] Psssht [Zone] Y'know another "Gods Must Be Crazy," hehe [C.T.] Nope [Zone] Sorry! [Zone] But, y'know I think we need to tell 'em what they in for this year [Zone] Y'know I mean I'm a little on lean right now [C.T.] Yeah, ha ha [Zone] With this, with this, Bacardi in my system but [C.T.] YEAH! [Zone] Why don't we tell 'em what's up with this Hoggystyle [C.T.] I mean you can't teach an old hog new tricks [C.T.] But you can give an old hog a new b*tch! [Zone] Ha ha ha, it's only right, that they know what they gettin into [Zone] I mean, being that we... hoggin [C.T.] Hoggin! [Zone] You ready? [C.T.] WAY MORE than I ever been [Zone] Alright let's go [Chorus: J-Zone] Never see us spendin on a b**h, these hogs is rich Paw, I know you feel me wodie We gettin so much mail dump a hater-a** botch in the ditch Slap slap, chop chop on a b**h Smob in ya whip, smob down the strip But most of all these hogs will smob on a b**h We won't stop hoggin nooooo We won't stop smobbin hoeeee [Celph Titled] I'm a straight A hog, you didn't know I was smart man? f** a two-step, we in the club doin the Bartman b**h gave me lip, I guess I shoulda shot her (yeah) Cause I'm a pimp which stands for, p**y Is My Product Chickenheads is runnin they words just like Thanksgiving Cause I can't WAIT to be the first to cut the bird f** what you heard, this is Boss Hog domination We'll dominate the charts and dominate a dominatrix f** what a b**h think (f** her) f** it a b**h can sing (f** 'em) Just go down on me so I can watch your lips sync (holla) To the base of my shaft, put your face on my shaft Boss Hog, the new faces of rap We can be friends with benefits (pssht) But b**h I'm only your friend when I'm receivin benefits So s** dick and skedaddle b**h (uh) from the East to the South b**h And yeah I'll shoot babies when I skeetin in your mouth b**h [Chorus] [J-Zone] Only two places (uh) I ain't been befo' Inside of a UFO and in love with a hoe Last year I took a b**h on a date and I was treatin Then I seen Hailey's Comet pa** by when we was eatin Meanin if you want me, to buy yo' beers Ya lil' b**h, you gonna wait another ninety-six years Then I'll be full of Viagra, beat yo' a** with my cane Drinkin Geritol and gin and gettin head on the train The Hogs in the house (uh) Cuban and the Captain Don't touch my chinchilla, get my scrilla Celph made this beat (uh) on stereo mode n***a you thought a 808 was an area code? Ve-hog-ular homicide hoes, straight from out of my Vogues Give a hoe a clothesline if she ask me for clothes Not a thug, in my trunk I don't have no clip Just a basketball, a jack, and a loudmouth... b**h! [Chorus] [scratches - repeat 5X] "Pigs are filthy animals" "That's right lil' b**h!" "b**h.. b**h.. b**h.. b**h"