Hound Dogs Lyrics - Singles - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Hound doggin this muthufucka 

Raise up off my nizzogs 

Get off my nuts 

Get off me bitch 

Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what? 

Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut 

And look yo 

I don't care who you know 

Bitch what the fuck 

Get the fuck to the back of the line 

Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin 

Like my Mom and your Mom are sisters or sumthin 

Oh yeah we down go ahead let em in 

BAAH! knuckle hammers to the chin 

Be down with me and I'll be down back 

Put my dick in your mouth 

You gonna hear your neck snap (Crack) 

In fact, hoe fuck out my bus 

Ask questions like a mutt 

But ain't down to fuck 

You see em come 

You see em go 

You see em come again 

From my dick to Twiztid's dick 

And then me 

To Violent J's dick 

To Blaze's dick 

Try to grope us with they paws 

Goddamn hound dogs 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

What's the whole meaning of a hound dog 

Butt sniffin, dick lickin 

All kind of wrong y'all 

I'm in a club 

Smokin on a square 

Step on out to get a little fresh air 

But I can't do that 

I get attacked like a cardiac 

People rushin front to back 

They like sign that (Bitch) 

Ain't nuthin wrong with giving me props 

But actin like the punk ass cops 

And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop 

Walk around, spreading rumors like you know 

Sayin shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show 

Homey I don't play that shit one bit 

Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick 

Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe 

Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs 

Plottin against the whole world of facts 

So get off my dick and I'm out like that 

Aight y'all 

Wait come here 

Oh my God you don't remember me? 

No 

I had a crush on you for like nine years 

I don't know you fat bitch 

It's me Jenny 

I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class 

Bitch I ain't even go to school 

No I'm saying if you were to sit there 

It would be the shit 

Do you think you could sign my shirt? 

Hehehe 

Yeah I remember school 

Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce ewww 

Years pass by and look I'm a star 

Now all them hoes are like Joe Bruce ahhhh 

I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut 

Now I got hound dogs sniffin my butt 

I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole 

And they'd be like Aww I think it's cute though 

Miss me with all that I ain't changed any 

Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny 

I'm ugly as fuck resembling a cling-on 

Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on 

What up with these pop kids buyin my shit 

Mainstream groupies get off my dick 

I wanna see real juggalos at shows 

Fuck these backstreet richie fake hoes 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

Y'all don't even know who the fuck I am 

Yet bitches like you's his friend Goddamn 

My lips is crusty 

My feets is musty 

Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty 

I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) 

I been dead (Oh) 

Ain't nobody sheddin tears 

Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame 

Got cock for you bitches cause I'm married to the game 

Ain't no shit to the shit I speak 

Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak 

I see you hatin on my Raiders cap 

When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was) 

Shot that ass out back in '89 

Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine 

Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique 

I'm done played out and I ain't changin shit (Nope) 

Hey aren't you Monoxide child? 

That's right bitch 

Right the skinny one 

My best friend John 

Is supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin 

Who? 

So like I figured if you give me your phone number 

I could give it to him 

And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin 

Shiiiit 

Whatever 

Oh my God it's Blaze 

Hey dead homey! 

You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face 

Ridin on my dick now how my nuts taste 

Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph 

Or an autograph 

But can I get a gap 

How did y'all get started? 

Your shit is really tight 

And what be motivatin y'all to grab a pen and write? 

Listen here little bitch I'm the killer in disguise 

Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes 

I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo 

But you ain't down muthafucka 

You's a juggahoe 

Hey hoe you're afraid of the facts 

Never packin a gat and always seen with an axe 

Take another picture and I'll break your jaw 

I got an 80 pound punch for each and every one of y'all 

Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face 

My ass cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka) 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone 

Yo, yo it be the same hound dogs in different cities 

Starin at me like I'm a set of titties 

Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks 

And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox 

Real juggalos don't want no picture 

They just walk up like what up ninja? 

After that they give a fuck where I'm headin 

They're like fuck him we lookin for neden 

And I don't need anymore free tattoos 

Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's 

I could be talkin to the finest bitch in the land 

And you'd run up like hey what up man? 

That's when I slap you right on the spot 

And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot 

Do I think I'm better cause neden comes easy 

For sheesy bitch 

Bottom line y'alls get off our balls 

Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls 

Dark Lotus little biatch