I'm Ah Hog - Dubee

Oh, so you got it?

Oh and now since you got your personal package

Mosey on to the dank man

Spend your twomp

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

Will you niggas please sit the fuck down

So we can get into this nigga’s shit?

Thank you

What’s happening, y’all?

Wanna thank y’all for tuning in to W-Y-B-B Radio

(C-C-C) Crestside Radio, we taking calls

One more time, back in your ear

Seven oh seven, five trey five, five trey five five

We got Shequina’s thick, fine ass in here

Answering telephones (It's mandatory)

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

Continuing the macking 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, bring it back and matter fact

I’m just your average, everyday hustler from the track

With my strap, keeping a stack fat

Slip with a grip we jack that

Mandatory hogging for the green so we at that

Just fetti related soldiers, hogging for the scrill

Gotta pay my dank bill so I fiend to make mills

Hustling skills indeed, fool that’s what you need

How could I claim to be a G but I ain’t accumulatin' Gs?

So I choose to make my Gs as priority

Heavy hustling steady bubbling in these Crestside streets

I mob on these beats, with capital hog-type spits

And these suckas mug mean but your boy be on his

So you see, it’s nothing but that hog up in me

From the perm to the tip of my t-o-e

Cause I’m nothing but a hog, just a hog

Just a hog, just a hog

You see?

I’m just a hog

I’m just a hog, I’m just a hog

Can you see?

I’m just a hog

I’m just a hog, just a hog

Cause I’m nothing 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, pimping up in my blood

From the Country Club serving it for the hustlers and thugs

On the block mayne, we rock 'caine up in clumps

With shrapnel spitting thang-thangs, for the dump

You see, I be a G from the Country Club

Fucking 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 hogging 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, emptying clips, so

I recollect, check and spread the news

Catch em slipping, blow them niggas out they tennis shoes

And they socks trying 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 hogging for the green

You see?

It’s nothing but that hog up in me

From the perm to the tip of my t-o-e

Now I be hogging indeed, fucking 'em up fasho

I’m in the do', Y-B-B, letting them niggas know

That it’s that mini-mack mobster, Sugawolf Pimp

Serving 'em with that sharp stuff, ready to break a bitch

When I serve, I’m working they nerves, beating 'em down to the curb

With this pimping gift of game that your cuddie mack served

Leaving 'em stirred, broke down like pronouns and categories

Fucking with hogs, who for sure gone clown, it’s mandatory

See my pimping is poised, so I hog like that

And be a dog like that, and stabbing all y’all cats

So when you see me hogging for mine

Give your boy a playa wave and the pimping go fine

It’s a dose, serving that shit from coast to coast

Representing fat checks and my Crestside folks

So you see, it’s nothing 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 happening big boy?

I’m already loving this Sugawolf shit

Alright, fasho

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, playa, it don’t stop

Lookie here, we gotta get up outta here

Right on man, we gone keep on listening

(See) Cause uh, we gotta go

Y’all keep on staying 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 tuning in

To W-Y-B-B Radio

On the wheels of uh, Crestside steel we got DJ Rell

And of course all potent pimping and, uh

Ghetto tactics and lyrical lacings provided by Sugawolf

Alright pimp, go on to the next song

Yeah

Yeah, the Real Mike D