.K.A. the Hog Let it rain let it drip Down ass bounties and a pocket full of chips skip skip [HOG] Let it rain let it drip nigga [HOG] Let it rain. Let
15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin [Chorus (w
I got what you need, man Rough raps and booze, that's what we feed, fans [J-Ro] I got a Bodycount like Ice-T's, band The Liks bring it to you live like C
falls Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog [DOGG] Downin' a Crab like a bottle of C-B Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z Throwin' up the C what the fuck you sign!?
I love the block, so catch me hugged up with the strip Still I got nice prices, on jugs of that sip You can call me Chris Wizzard, or C-W Now let's cap
Boss hog, bow down to the Frog [VERSE 5: Hi-C] One time for the nine and the deuce Right now I'm 'bout to get real loose Cause Hi-C's in the muthafuckin
Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck:] The sound of the horns says it's on We storm through like C. Thomas,
(feat. Ice Cube, W.C.) [Mack 10] Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved
for the S.U.C (coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3, is the area code 7-45, is how I hog the road 24/7 nigga, I stay blowed And all
(feat. Mike D, Billy Cook, W.G.) [Hook x2: Billy Cook] I know, that I gotta be a G Till the day, that I'm gone Repping, for the Southside of town Still
(feat. C-Bo, Killa Tay) [C-Bo] I'ma cock and unload the AK Have 'em on they radio screamin out MAYDAY MAYDAY callin back up, I let 'em stack up It's
Deck] Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Let's go... Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] The sound of the horns says it's on We storm through like C. Thomas, Red
[W.C.:] From hood to hood, city to project, the project Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect? Gangstas, caught in a shuffle Niggaz tryin' to turn a
(Feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.) [WC talking] [Warren G] Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder
jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God it can save us all Yeah we back motherfucker W.C
the chute Nigga down for whatever Still all about the loot The property of poverty The looters of youth Now it's denim on the leather While removing the roof The hog on the hog
AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin [Chorus (w
