Hound Dogs Lyrics
| Song | Hound Dogs |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | Mostasteless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
| (violent j) | |
| Hound dogez mutha*******er | |
| Get off my nizos | |
| Get off my nutz | |
| Get off my *******! | |
| Verse 1-*******gy 2 **** | |
| *******t mutha*******in hound doggz, what? | |
| Swinging from my ******* so hard, it's like i got a third nut | |
| And look, i dont care who you know *******, | |
| Looking fine, get the ******* to the back of the line | |
| Liar hoe, saying you mah cousin | |
| Like my momma and your momma sister's or something | |
| Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in | |
| Blah!!!!!!!!!! knuckle hammers to the chin | |
| Get down wit me, and ill be down back | |
| Put my ******* in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(crack!) | |
| Infact hoe , ******* off my bus | |
| Ask questions like a mut but they down to *******?(no) | |
| You see em go ,you see em go ,you see em come again | |
| >from my ******* to twiztid's ******* and then | |
| To violent j's ******* to blaze's *******, try to grope us wit they paws | |
| Goddamn hound dogz! | |
| Chorus | |
| "bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| "hound dogz aint got *******t to say" | |
| "bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| "givva dog a bone, givva a dog a bone" | |
| X2 | |
| Verse 2- jamie maddrox | |
| What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? (what?) | |
| Butt sniffing, ******* licking, all kinds of rouges yall | |
| Im in a club, smoking on a ******* | |
| Step on out to get alil freshair | |
| But i cant do that, i get attacked like a cardiac | |
| People rush front ta back, like sign that | |
| Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props | |
| But acting like the punk ass cops | |
| And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop | |
| Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know | |
| Saying *******t you heard me say to a hoe after a show | |
| Homie, i dont play that *******t one bit | |
| ******* around and get your head cut off like quick | |
| Psychopathic ******* boy, peep the axe | |
| Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back | |
| Plotting against the whole world of facts | |
| So get off my ******* and im out like that | |
| Interlude | |
| (jamie maddrox) | |
| Alright yall | |
| (some *******) | |
| Wait, commere! | |
| Oh my god, you dont remember me? | |
| (jamie maddrox) | |
| Nah... | |
| (some *******) | |
| I had a crush on you for like nine years | |
| (jamie maddrox) | |
| I dont know you fat *******! | |
| (some *******) | |
| It's me, jenny | |
| I sat behind you in mrs. coberry's chemistry class | |
| (jamie maddrox) | |
| ******* i didn't even go to school | |
| (some *******) | |
| No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the *******t | |
| Think you could sign my *******rt? | |
| Verse 3- violent j | |
| Hehehehehehehehe, yeah | |
| I remember school, hoes back then were like "joe bruce ewwww" | |
| Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like "joe bruce ahhhh" | |
| Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut | |
| Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt | |
| I can have a worm hanging out of my ******* hole | |
| And they be like "oh i think it's cute tho hehe" | |
| Missed me wit all that, i aint changed any | |
| Look at me i make big pun look skinny | |
| Im ugly as ******* resembling a kligon | |
| Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on | |
| What's up wit these pop kids buying my *******t? | |
| Main street groupies get off my ******* | |
| I wanna see real juggalos at shows | |
| ******* these backstreet richy fake hoes | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 4-blaze | |
| You dont even know who the ******* i am | |
| Yet ******* like "this is fresh" goddamn! | |
| My lips is crusty, my feets is musty | |
| Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty | |
| I aint had ******* in eleven years | |
| I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears (no) | |
| Look ******* i dont give a ******* about fame | |
| Got ******* for ya *******, cause im married to the game | |
| Aint no change to the *******t i spit | |
| Site outlaw ******* for the days and weeks freak | |
| I see you hating on my raiders cap | |
| But back in the day you were all about that (sure was) | |
| Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine | |
| Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind | |
| Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique | |
| My guns played out, and i aint changing *******t (nope) | |
| Interlude | |
| (some *******) | |
| Hey aren't you monoxide child? | |
| (monoxide child) | |
| That's right ******* | |
| (some *******) | |
| Right.... the skinny one | |
| My best friend john is supposed to be cousin's with you or something | |
| (monoxide child) | |
| Who? | |
| (some *******) | |
| So i figure you can give me your phone number | |
| And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something | |
| (monoxide child) | |
| *******iiit | |
| (some *******) | |
| Whateva, oh my god it's blaze | |
| Hey dude call me! | |
| Verse 5- monoxide child | |
| Youse a hound dog *******, and i smack ya face | |
| Ridding on my *******, now how my nutz taste? | |
| Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph | |
| Or an autograph or can i get a tap | |
| How'd yall get started, ya *******t is really tight | |
| And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write | |
| Listen hear little *******, im the killer in disguise | |
| Twiztid mutha*******a wit the milk white eyes | |
| I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo | |
| But you aint down, mutha*******a you a juggahoe | |
| Hey hoe you afraid of the facts | |
| Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (jump) | |
| Take another picture and i break ya jaw | |
| Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall | |
| Mutha*******az wit the ******* ass hound dog face (yeah) | |
| My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 6- violent j | |
| Mutha*******in hound dogz mutha*******a | |
| I got more *******t to say | |
| Yo yo | |
| It be the same hound dogz in differant cities | |
| Staring at me like im a set of ******* | |
| Autographing t*******rts hats and sox | |
| And this ******* dont even know riddle box | |
| Real juggalos dont want no picture | |
| They just walk up like "what up ninja" | |
| After that, they give a ******* where im heading | |
| The're like ******* him we looking for nedden | |
| And i dont need anymore free tattoos | |
| Got my arms looking like motley crue's | |
| I can be talking to the finest ******* in the land | |
| And you run up like "hey, what up man" | |
| That's when i slap you right on the spot | |
| And have billy bill beat ya down in the parking lot | |
| Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy? | |
| For-sheze ******* | |
| Bottom line yalls | |
| Get off our ******* | |
| Psychopathic out like biggie-smalls | |
| "cant ******* with dark lotus biiiiiitch!" |
| zuo qu : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
| violent j | |
| Hound dogez mutha er | |
| Get off my nizos | |
| Get off my nutz | |
| Get off my ! | |
| Verse 1 gy 2 | |
| t mutha in hound doggz, what? | |
| Swinging from my so hard, it' s like i got a third nut | |
| And look, i dont care who you know , | |
| Looking fine, get the to the back of the line | |
| Liar hoe, saying you mah cousin | |
| Like my momma and your momma sister' s or something | |
| Oh yeah we down, go ahead let' em in | |
| Blah!!!!!!!!!! knuckle hammers to the chin | |
| Get down wit me, and ill be down back | |
| Put my in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap crack! | |
| Infact hoe , off my bus | |
| Ask questions like a mut but they down to ? no | |
| You see em go , you see em go , you see em come again | |
| from my to twiztid' s and then | |
| To violent j' s to blaze' s , try to grope us wit they paws | |
| Goddamn hound dogz! | |
| Chorus | |
| " bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| " hound dogz aint got t to say" | |
| " bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| " givva dog a bone, givva a dog a bone" | |
| X2 | |
| Verse 2 jamie maddrox | |
| What' s the whole meaning of a hound dog? what? | |
| Butt sniffing, licking, all kinds of rouges yall | |
| Im in a club, smoking on a | |
| Step on out to get alil freshair | |
| But i cant do that, i get attacked like a cardiac | |
| People rush front ta back, like sign that | |
| Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props | |
| But acting like the punk ass cops | |
| And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop | |
| Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know | |
| Saying t you heard me say to a hoe after a show | |
| Homie, i dont play that t one bit | |
| around and get your head cut off like quick | |
| Psychopathic boy, peep the axe | |
| Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back | |
| Plotting against the whole world of facts | |
| So get off my and im out like that | |
| Interlude | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| Alright yall | |
| some | |
| Wait, commere! | |
| Oh my god, you dont remember me? | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| Nah... | |
| some | |
| I had a crush on you for like nine years | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| I dont know you fat ! | |
| some | |
| It' s me, jenny | |
| I sat behind you in mrs. coberry' s chemistry class | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| i didn' t even go to school | |
| some | |
| No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the t | |
| Think you could sign my rt? | |
| Verse 3 violent j | |
| Hehehehehehehehe, yeah | |
| I remember school, hoes back then were like " joe bruce ewwww" | |
| Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like " joe bruce ahhhh" | |
| Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut | |
| Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt | |
| I can have a worm hanging out of my hole | |
| And they be like " oh i think it' s cute tho hehe" | |
| Missed me wit all that, i aint changed any | |
| Look at me i make big pun look skinny | |
| Im ugly as resembling a kligon | |
| Hoes still let me get my dingalingaswing on | |
| What' s up wit these pop kids buying my t? | |
| Main street groupies get off my | |
| I wanna see real juggalos at shows | |
| these backstreet richy fake hoes | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 4blaze | |
| You dont even know who the i am | |
| Yet like " this is fresh" goddamn! | |
| My lips is crusty, my feets is musty | |
| Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty | |
| I aint had in eleven years | |
| I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears no | |
| Look i dont give a about fame | |
| Got for ya , cause im married to the game | |
| Aint no change to the t i spit | |
| Site outlaw for the days and weeks freak | |
| I see you hating on my raiders cap | |
| But back in the day you were all about that sure was | |
| Shot that ass out back in eightynine | |
| Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind | |
| Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique | |
| My guns played out, and i aint changing t nope | |
| Interlude | |
| some | |
| Hey aren' t you monoxide child? | |
| monoxide child | |
| That' s right | |
| some | |
| Right.... the skinny one | |
| My best friend john is supposed to be cousin' s with you or something | |
| monoxide child | |
| Who? | |
| some | |
| So i figure you can give me your phone number | |
| And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something | |
| monoxide child | |
| iiit | |
| some | |
| Whateva, oh my god it' s blaze | |
| Hey dude call me! | |
| Verse 5 monoxide child | |
| Youse a hound dog , and i smack ya face | |
| Ridding on my , now how my nutz taste? | |
| Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph | |
| Or an autograph or can i get a tap | |
| How' d yall get started, ya t is really tight | |
| And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write | |
| Listen hear little , im the killer in disguise | |
| Twiztid mutha a wit the milk white eyes | |
| I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo | |
| But you aint down, mutha a you a juggahoe | |
| Hey hoe you afraid of the facts | |
| Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe jump | |
| Take another picture and i break ya jaw | |
| Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall | |
| Mutha az wit the ass hound dog face yeah | |
| My ass crack' s exposed, go ahead and get a taste | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 6 violent j | |
| Mutha in hound dogz mutha a | |
| I got more t to say | |
| Yo yo | |
| It be the same hound dogz in differant cities | |
| Staring at me like im a set of | |
| Autographing t rts hats and sox | |
| And this dont even know riddle box | |
| Real juggalos dont want no picture | |
| They just walk up like " what up ninja" | |
| After that, they give a where im heading | |
| The' re like him we looking for nedden | |
| And i dont need anymore free tattoos | |
| Got my arms looking like motley crue' s | |
| I can be talking to the finest in the land | |
| And you run up like " hey, what up man" | |
| That' s when i slap you right on the spot | |
| And have billy bill beat ya down in the parking lot | |
| Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy? | |
| Forsheze | |
| Bottom line yalls | |
| Get off our | |
| Psychopathic out like biggiesmalls | |
| " cant with dark lotus biiiiiitch!" |
| zuò qǔ : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ... | |
| violent j | |
| Hound dogez mutha er | |
| Get off my nizos | |
| Get off my nutz | |
| Get off my ! | |
| Verse 1 gy 2 | |
| t mutha in hound doggz, what? | |
| Swinging from my so hard, it' s like i got a third nut | |
| And look, i dont care who you know , | |
| Looking fine, get the to the back of the line | |
| Liar hoe, saying you mah cousin | |
| Like my momma and your momma sister' s or something | |
| Oh yeah we down, go ahead let' em in | |
| Blah!!!!!!!!!! knuckle hammers to the chin | |
| Get down wit me, and ill be down back | |
| Put my in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap crack! | |
| Infact hoe , off my bus | |
| Ask questions like a mut but they down to ? no | |
| You see em go , you see em go , you see em come again | |
| from my to twiztid' s and then | |
| To violent j' s to blaze' s , try to grope us wit they paws | |
| Goddamn hound dogz! | |
| Chorus | |
| " bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| " hound dogz aint got t to say" | |
| " bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" | |
| " givva dog a bone, givva a dog a bone" | |
| X2 | |
| Verse 2 jamie maddrox | |
| What' s the whole meaning of a hound dog? what? | |
| Butt sniffing, licking, all kinds of rouges yall | |
| Im in a club, smoking on a | |
| Step on out to get alil freshair | |
| But i cant do that, i get attacked like a cardiac | |
| People rush front ta back, like sign that | |
| Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props | |
| But acting like the punk ass cops | |
| And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop | |
| Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know | |
| Saying t you heard me say to a hoe after a show | |
| Homie, i dont play that t one bit | |
| around and get your head cut off like quick | |
| Psychopathic boy, peep the axe | |
| Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back | |
| Plotting against the whole world of facts | |
| So get off my and im out like that | |
| Interlude | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| Alright yall | |
| some | |
| Wait, commere! | |
| Oh my god, you dont remember me? | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| Nah... | |
| some | |
| I had a crush on you for like nine years | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| I dont know you fat ! | |
| some | |
| It' s me, jenny | |
| I sat behind you in mrs. coberry' s chemistry class | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| i didn' t even go to school | |
| some | |
| No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the t | |
| Think you could sign my rt? | |
| Verse 3 violent j | |
| Hehehehehehehehe, yeah | |
| I remember school, hoes back then were like " joe bruce ewwww" | |
| Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like " joe bruce ahhhh" | |
| Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut | |
| Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt | |
| I can have a worm hanging out of my hole | |
| And they be like " oh i think it' s cute tho hehe" | |
| Missed me wit all that, i aint changed any | |
| Look at me i make big pun look skinny | |
| Im ugly as resembling a kligon | |
| Hoes still let me get my dingalingaswing on | |
| What' s up wit these pop kids buying my t? | |
| Main street groupies get off my | |
| I wanna see real juggalos at shows | |
| these backstreet richy fake hoes | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 4blaze | |
| You dont even know who the i am | |
| Yet like " this is fresh" goddamn! | |
| My lips is crusty, my feets is musty | |
| Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty | |
| I aint had in eleven years | |
| I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears no | |
| Look i dont give a about fame | |
| Got for ya , cause im married to the game | |
| Aint no change to the t i spit | |
| Site outlaw for the days and weeks freak | |
| I see you hating on my raiders cap | |
| But back in the day you were all about that sure was | |
| Shot that ass out back in eightynine | |
| Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind | |
| Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique | |
| My guns played out, and i aint changing t nope | |
| Interlude | |
| some | |
| Hey aren' t you monoxide child? | |
| monoxide child | |
| That' s right | |
| some | |
| Right.... the skinny one | |
| My best friend john is supposed to be cousin' s with you or something | |
| monoxide child | |
| Who? | |
| some | |
| So i figure you can give me your phone number | |
| And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something | |
| monoxide child | |
| iiit | |
| some | |
| Whateva, oh my god it' s blaze | |
| Hey dude call me! | |
| Verse 5 monoxide child | |
| Youse a hound dog , and i smack ya face | |
| Ridding on my , now how my nutz taste? | |
| Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph | |
| Or an autograph or can i get a tap | |
| How' d yall get started, ya t is really tight | |
| And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write | |
| Listen hear little , im the killer in disguise | |
| Twiztid mutha a wit the milk white eyes | |
| I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo | |
| But you aint down, mutha a you a juggahoe | |
| Hey hoe you afraid of the facts | |
| Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe jump | |
| Take another picture and i break ya jaw | |
| Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall | |
| Mutha az wit the ass hound dog face yeah | |
| My ass crack' s exposed, go ahead and get a taste | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 6 violent j | |
| Mutha in hound dogz mutha a | |
| I got more t to say | |
| Yo yo | |
| It be the same hound dogz in differant cities | |
| Staring at me like im a set of | |
| Autographing t rts hats and sox | |
| And this dont even know riddle box | |
| Real juggalos dont want no picture | |
| They just walk up like " what up ninja" | |
| After that, they give a where im heading | |
| The' re like him we looking for nedden | |
| And i dont need anymore free tattoos | |
| Got my arms looking like motley crue' s | |
| I can be talking to the finest in the land | |
| And you run up like " hey, what up man" | |
| That' s when i slap you right on the spot | |
| And have billy bill beat ya down in the parking lot | |
| Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy? | |
| Forsheze | |
| Bottom line yalls | |
| Get off our | |
| Psychopathic out like biggiesmalls | |
| " cant with dark lotus biiiiiitch!" |
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