The Bo$$ Hog Barbarians - $teady $mobbin' lyrics

[Celph Titled] Yo Flex, we gon' save you the time {*EXPLOSION*} [J-Zone] {*laughing at the start*} Oh-hohoho So you a thug now huh, with a job up in Kinkos You tough as Bob Saget doin pirouettes in pink clothes Hoes don't wanna f** with me, cause they say I'm ug-ly See my dog fur mink and now they in love with me Zone on the mound, first pitch in the game With a high RBI for Rockin Beats that's Insane Got crazy dick, the broads I shellack 'em That's the only C.D. that I got that went platinum I'm jokin, not a Romeo, but oddly when I'm 60 I'll be eatin jello, runnin through hoes like Bill Cosby Hyrdaulic wheelchair, poppin down Merrick Gold fronts in my dentures, about 52 karats b**h dissed my car, laughin at the protege I gotta commit a hoe-micide, and on her side the hoe will lay All of that tough talk, you FAKIN You look like Mr. Belvedere b*tch, bakin cookies in the apron She laughed at my high socks (you're so retarded) But wanted to marry me when she seen my co*k (Damn it's HUGE) so f** kickin game Tacky as Peter Falk when he crackin a case No I'm not a gentleman, nope that's a slap in the face, huh You think you hot sh**? I'll take a dump at your house in the summer Still you're pungeant, now you facin yourself You knew you would fall soon, so I laced the beat Celph beat your monkey a**, now you bracin yourself hoe [Chorus: Boss Hog Barbarians - sung] I don't know what you heard befo' but them Boss Hog boys, they some pimps fo' sho' And ain't no stoppin, cause we smobbin on all of these hoes (Yeah hoe, steady smobbin you know?) I don't know what you heard befo' but them Boss Hog boys, they some pimps fo' sho' And ain't no stoppin, cause we smobbin on all of these hoes (Yeah hoe, steady smobbin, I know) "Look here!" [Celph Titled] They say I lost part of my mind, I'm missin a few marbles So b**h give me brains, we ain't kissin if you gargle Call you anything other than hoe, don't answer I'm for real, my pimp hat won't fit in my clothes hamper Youse on the job haulin garbage on the overpa** I'm cruisin by in a semi full of hoes, haulin a** On the ave you broke as f** thinkin you could diss me On the grind I'm like bear fur, I stay on my grizzly I'm gettin business calls all day, my phone is off the hook I got a platinum Motorola dog my phone is off the hook Makin tracks since a child look how choppy the flow got With a beat machine that look like, Robby the Robot My band rolls with me and we vicious on the warpath Flutes or blow guns, trombones and horn stabs Won't take a hoe to Arby's just to get the roast beef Throw her in the van and she ain't callin the police Crack her in the mouth with the back of the chrome heat You ain't know a b**h s** dick better with no teeth? Thought you knew but Boss Hogs runnin this rap sh** for real A gun and a mask with no demo and still shoppin a deal Def Jam won't sign me, they just hatin and sh** Sony won't sign me cause they think I'm a Satanist And Atlantic told me that I wouldn't make 'em no cheddar But Jive called me back, they need another child molestor [Chorus] [Zone] Aiyyo Hog (yeah) one question [Zone] How come they hooks don't sound like ours? [C.T.] I don't know, I'm just smobbin [Zone] Fo' sho'