Boss Hogs - Messy Marv & San Quinn: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Messy Marv & San Quinn

Boss Hogs

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Boss Hogs was released on June 30, 1998 by GT Digital / San Quinn as a part of the album Explosive Mode

Song Details

AlbumExplosive Mode

Release DateJune 30, 1998

LabelGT Digital / San Quinn

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Messy Marv

Performer

San Quinn

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

QUINCY ADAMS IV BROOKS

QUINCY ADAMS IV BROOKS

Lyrics, Composer

Lyrics

What's happening?

What's happening?

What's up with you?

What's up with you?

What's happening?

Ain't you saying Quinn from the film, huh?

I thought you were into breaking holes and saving them

What? Where the fuck you heard that, you stankin' ass bitch?

Bitch, put my motherfucking corner right here

Yeah, I already did

Don't pay us no attention

Bitch, don't cut me off when I'm talking

Both of y'all are funky ass bitches

Get lucky, get lucky

Shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

You mad as you were payin'

You two funky ass hoes can make a hot

Uh, uh

Get your lives together before you come talk to me

I'm wasting my motherfucker's time

These **** be needin' a prac

This, with their priest in the United States in cap

Lee, young **** put feet on everything, work rap

Lee's, when it drains out here and the weather changes, causes half

P, these, broke **** fall out and get your own things, these hoes

B, lookin' for a **** that's ballin', man, good man

C, a brin-**** bitch where everything can shake

D, trap to the first of the month, that's gang, 'cause ma

Me, rules everything around me, man

For the love of can and chips, I stick to the script

And the mad commandments told me this, thou shittin' oughta pay a bitch

Anything for the script, merciless, smoke a game like a stolen kit

In the major, bet drug money in Vegas, ****, I'm famous

Bitches be framin', 'cause if your little **** got conversation

And hit the block, that 15's not gon candy patent

Exotic places, like reservations at crustaceans

Paper chasing, game potting the grill at the Nation

This is how we livin', you know, breakin' bitches for dough

Boss Hogs, Dog Bros, breakin' bitches eating them all

All we know is flossing ball

Show hoes never get chosen

Rookie bitch's right, bitch

When you're fucking with some fresh out the house mid-afternoon

Boss Hogs preparing myself for everyday broad dog competition to jump

I need hoes and pump straight track hustling

That's 'cause a **** won't thump

And everything I flip, bucket or run a chick, must understand

She gotta run a few numbers

Whether we're selling a sack or a lot of that tail

Maybe Bungee record jumping to get a **** male

You know I feel you with yo my West Dog, for show

And the love that I got for motherfucking Eddie Moe

Messy Marv and Quinn ain't nothing nice

Since we're on this page, if I flip me some dice who go both ways

I ain't gonna fuck them

I'm gonna get paid, have a BG

I'll just work as more cash and better days don't come for show

If you're down for dog and you might as well start Boss Hogging and floss balling, bitch

This is how we livin', you know, breakin' bitches for dough

Boss Hogs, Dog Bros, breakin' bitches eating them all

All we know is flossing ball

Show hoes never get chosen

Rookie bitch's right, bitch

When you're fucking with some fresh

Save your pussy for a drink, pay me for my dick

And split remain a pimp over these thins, my mind on grip

I'll take a brick and break her quick

I do not fuck no groupie for free, major league

I maintain the B, trust in P, got MP

Baby mama's getting tossed, wherever Texas is getting spent

On them heel figure fits, that's that real **** shit

Still, I've been at these holes in relationships

'Cause they are not a station of grip, the foundation is bound to slip

We can get around my whole clique, break a ****'s hole

That's the way it goes, we major league pros

Getting told by some hoes, I understand those

Say leather frisco style, 'cause we go buck wild

You feel the fuck now, I feel the fuck later

I feel the situation is seduced by some paper, bitch

This is how we livin', you know, breakin' bitches for dough

Boss Hogs, Dog Bros, breakin' bitches eating them all

All we know is flossing ball

Show hoes never get chosen

Rookie bitch's right, bitch

When you're fucking with some pros motherfucking rusty foot snack hoes

Out there in Chicago, motherfucking hoes out here in California

Los Angeles, Scalise, hoes, hoes in Phoenix, Arizona

Toe up, toe down, stankin' ass bitches in New Orleans, Louisiana

These hoes, down there in Mississippi, all through Arkansas, all out of the Panama

Across the seas, hoes in London, these motherfucking Italian hoes

Hoes up out, man, everywhere I look

Japanese and Chinese, freak, motherfucking hoes, everywhere I look

Ain't got no money, don't wanna break a ****'s heart

We thugs, we're an endangered species

Fuck you hoes, you hoes in Canada, you hoes deep down in Mexico and Nicaragua, bitch

The queen is gonna take over all your spot hoes

I'ma have keys to all your spots

All in your pocketbook like a crook, Mr. Brooks, bitch

Man, you fuck, you Richmond hoes

Written by: San Quinn

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