The Boss 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*ck 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
Bitch 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 BITCH, bakin cookies in the apron
She laughed at my high socks (you're so retarded)
But wanted to marry me when she seen my cock
(Damn it's HUGE) so f*ck 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 shit? 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 ass, 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 bitch 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 overpass
I'm cruisin by in a semi full of hoes, haulin ass
On the ave you broke as f*ck 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 bitch suck dick better with no teeth?
Thought you knew but Boss Hogs runnin this rap shit 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 shit
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'