Lyrics I'm Ah Hog - Dubee

(Ha-ha-ha)
(It's really bad) (okay)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Oh (oh), so you got it? (So you got it?) (Okay)
Oh, and now since you got your personal package
Mosey on to the dank man

Spend your twomp (my brother)
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

(Stupid nigga, watch your ass, nigga!)
You know what? Hey, hey, hey, man, hey man (back on onto my street, nigga)
Will you niggas please sit the fuck down (yeah, be cool with all them bullshit)
So we can get into this nigga's shit? Thank you (we gonna be back, hey)
What's happening, y'all?
Wanna thank y'all for tunin' in to W-Y-B-B Radio (whoa)
(C-C-C) Crestside Radio, we takin' calls
One more time, back in your ear

It's seven, O, seven, five, three, five, five, three, five, five
We got Shequina's thick, fine ass in here
Answerin' telephones (it's mandatory)
And 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-ass Sugawolf
Continuin' the mackin' tradition from the Crestside, check it out

I'm just a hog in this shit, pimpin' all in my veins
It's a shame that I serve y'all with explicit game
I bang on the track, brin' it back and matter fact
I'm just your average, everyday hustler from the track
With my strap, keepin' a stack fat
Slip with a grip we jack that
Mandatory hoggin' for the green so we at that
Just fetti related soldiers, hoggin' for the scrill
Gotta pay my dank bill, so I fiend to make mills

Hustlin' skills indeed, fool that's what you need
How could I claim to be a G, but I ain't accumulatin' Gs? (Get it on)
So I choose to make my Gs as priority
Heavy hustlin' steady bubblin' in these Crestside streets
I mob on these beats, with capital hog-type spits
And these suckers mug mean, but your boy be on his
So you see, it's nothin' but that hog up in me
From the perm to the tip of my T-O-E

'Cause I'm nothin' but a hog (but a hog), just a hog (just a hog)
Just a hog (just a hog), just a hog (just a hog)
You see? (You see?) I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog)
I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog), I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog)
Can you see? (Can you see?) I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog)
I'm just a hog (just a hog), just a hog
'Cause I'm nothin' but a hog (but a hog), just a hog (just a hog)
Just a hog (one more time, back in your ear)

It be that hog, dirty dog, pimpin' up in my blood
From the Country Club servin' it for the hustlers and thugs
On the block mayne, we rock 'caine up in clumps
With shrapnel spittin' thang-thangs, for the dump
You see, I be a G from the Country Club
Fuckin' 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 hoggin' 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 niggas don't show no love, for sheez
They ride through and get to blasting, emptyin' clips, so
I recollect, check and spread the news
Catch 'em slipping, blow them niggas out they tennis shoes

And they socks tryin' to plot, on Gs under trees?
But you know, them big dogs fuck over fleas
We call it filthy game, extreme, clever, keen
Chop, chops, and cavvy blocks hoggin' for the green
You see? It's nothin' but that hog up in me
From the perm to the tip of my T-O-E

'Cause I'm nothin' but a hog (but a hog), just a hog (just a hog)
Just a hog (just a hog), just a hog (just a hog) (nothin' but a hog, better you see, ha-ha-ha-ha)
You see? (You see?) I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog) (one more time, back in your ear)
I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog), I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog)
Can you see? (Can you see?) I'm just a hog (I'm just a hog)
I'm just a hog (just a hog), I'm just a hog
'Cause I'm nothin' but a hog (but a hog), just a hog (just a hog) (one more time, back in your ear)
Just a hog, just a hog (one more time, back in your ear)

Now I be hoggin' indeed, fuckin' 'em up for sure
I'm in the dough, Y-B-B, lettin' them niggas know
That it's that mini-mack mobster, Sugawolf Pimp
Servin' 'em with that sharp stuff, ready to break a bitch
When I serve, I'm workin' they nerves, beatin' 'em down to the curb
With this pimpin' gift of game that your cuddie mack served
Leavin' 'em stirred, broke down like pronouns and categories
Fuckin' with hogs, who for sure gon' clown, it's mandatory

See my pimpin' is poised, so I hog like that
And be a dog like that, and stabbin' all y'all cats
So when you see me hoggin' for mine
Give your boy a player wave and the pimpin' go fine
It's a dose, servin' that shit from coast to coast
Representin' fat checks and my Crestside folks
So you see, it's nothin' but that hog up in me
From the perm to the tip of my T-O-E

Y-B-B Radio, caller you're on the air
What's happening, Sauce?
What's happenin' big boy?
I'm already lovin' this Sugawolf shit
Alright, for sure (y'all did it again)
Hey man, ask Khayree if he can switch them beats up
I love how y'all do that shit
How's that? (Ha, there y'all go)

Uh-huh (there y'all go)
You know it don't stop, player, it don't stop
Lookie here, we gotta get up outta here
Right on man, we gon' keep on listening
(See) clock on the wall says, uh, we gotta go
Y'all keep on stayin' 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 tunin' in to W-Y-B-B Radio
On the wheels of, uh, Crestside steel we got DJ Rell
And of course all potent pimpin' and, uh
Ghetto tactics and lyrical lacings provided by Sugawolf
Alright pimp, go on to the next song
Yeah (H-O-G)
Yeah (yeah), The Real Mike D (The Real Mike D)