Lac Dogs & Hogs (Amended Album Version) - Nappy Roots

(Yes) Oh yes it＇s them Lac Dogs Caddy Hogs and D T S ＇s

(Oh yes) It＇s them Lac Dogs Caddy Hogs and D T S ＇s

Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather bangin down I-65

Slaw and slum but dubs are better who you think gon＇ keep it live

It＇s Nappy b**ch what have to come

Pay attention learn your lesson yup

We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D T S 's Lac Dogs

What you think that Nappy gon＇ be broke forever Sh*t naw

Hit the bank and cashin in on old investments

What you ain＇t know about them country fried sessions

Does that Likwit hit in ＇97 Answer all yo＇ Questions

Kentucky＇s on the map now who you think done gave directions

From the top and back down we rep the country to perfection

Don＇t it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas

Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect this

(Let me tell you about it)

When I first got my baby she could barely start

A-hand-me-down from a real O G all day she stayed in park

Almost never did she drive

Born in 1979

And she weighed about a ton

Big ol＇ body built to run

First thing I done hauled her over had her hummin G notes

Underneath her hood hundreds of horses powered her ego

Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy

Top her with some ( ) and fit her for some twenties (twenties)

Playas hate that I be trickin like she＇s all that I＇m love with

So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still

＂Ball out on a Budget＂

Dug in her guts laced her up with leather and wood

Together it go good us country boys forever stay hood

You shove that sh*t that go bump bump bump bump

And ya shake the lock off her muh＇f**ker trunk

When ya hit the block make her muh＇f**ker jump

Roll your window down stop look like somethin like a pimp

Roll that window back up and show ＇em they reflection and their ultrafade

Then chop on that sucka like Wesley＇s Blade

Escalade D T S switch it up keep them haters on they toes

Red Rolls Fleetwood hoes

Can＇t believe it when they see them twenty fo＇s believe it

My ham and cheese the freshest

Now what I＇m talkin bout I give you three guesses

You feel the wind don＇t ya

You hear the tires squallin

Kentucky Colorado Boston down to New Orleans

Big bodies get it done Dodge Ram preferably

Cause they do run run they do run run

Black magic lookin better then Wesson fryin a pan of fish

Gangsta leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that＇s gangsta)

Adjective describin what I＇m rollin in

Them country fellas ain＇t gon＇ stop it we on the road again

God damn yes I am the thriller with the skrilla

Got plans Pac fan Strictly 4 my N I G G A Z

Stop starin we not playin

Armor color kryptonite

Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to life

Fast roller cash swoll up

The mind mold up

The crowd hold us

Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I roll up

Dimes is quarters

Sell liquor my rhymes is colder

Prophet never look this fine since I grinded Cola

Roll up