Sosa - 10-4

lyriks: 

Hog, Hog, Hog ona crawl

Y’all be livin at the mall 

while Im staring at the wall

Hog, hog, hog, hog, 

In the shop on the doosan 

Lookin at the clock 

All the ice make me feel like I’m sippin on the rocks 

Gotta stop if it gettin old 

Never fold even if there’s ten or moe 

Something I just can’t let go 

spinn em ona spit n roast 

Savage double teamin like a Pick and roll 

Make it look real classy this one going out to Sonya Massey 

Didn’t need a reason they just got into harassing 

Pot a boiling water enough to get them to blasting 

What the fuck is that shit, maybe its time for a lil action 

What would happen if i get blasting, all these boot licking 
maggots, could you imagine, 

It’s ironic, the thought wouldn’t even pop In to they thick skulls 

simple, Take away they utility belt you’re looking nimble 

Hog, Hog fuck that shit im bouta ball 

Got the armor ima call, goin through money withdrawals, 

Hog, hog, hog, 

When I’m runnin ina swamp, in the mud, wit a pump, I’ma jump 

Its the butcher, cleaver gone leave em wit sutures 

Bitch i been writing these eulogies I’ve almost got to the footer

And I’m on top a the bodies, cuz it’s just bodies on bodies 

But I’m done talking about it, 

Pd is awfully crowded 

So I guess the hog roundin

Then he whippin downtown

N be Throwing pounds all around him

King I just need krown Vic 

Got the place it’s surrounded 

N Bursting flames i walk out it

All you pussy pd mothafuckas really doubting on the

Hog, hog, hog, on the trough 

Gotta guard it from the hawks 

betta watch the way you talk

Hog, hog, hog, hog 

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