Hound Dogs lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
Hound dog ass muthaf*cka…
Raise up off my nizzos
Get off my nuts!
Get off me b*tch!

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
sh*t, muthaf*ckin hound dogs, what?
Swingin from my balls so hard, it's like I got a third nut
And look, I don’t care who you know, b*tch
Lookin fine, get the f*ck to the back of the line
Lyin to hoes, sayin you my cousin
Like my momma and your momma are sisters or somethin
Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers to the chin
Be down with me and I’ll be down back
Put my di*k in your mouth? You’re gonna hear your neck snap
(CRACK!) In fact ho, f*ck out my bus!
Ask questions like a mutt but ain’t down to f*ck? (no)
You see ‘em go, you see ‘em go, you see ‘em come again
From my di*k to Twiztid's di*k, and then
To Violent J's di*k to Blaze's di*k, try to grope us with they paws
Goddamn hound dogs!

[Chorus]
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
What's the whole meanin of a hound dog? (What?)
Butt sniffin, di*k lickin, all kinda rub 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’re like "Sign that"
Ain't nothin wrong with givin me props
But actin like the punk ass cops
And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreadin rumors like you know
Sayin sh*t you heard me tell a ho, after a show
Homie, I don’t play that sh*t one bit
f*ck around and get your head cut off rite quick
Psychopathic b*tch boy, peep the axe
Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs
Plottin against the whole world in facts
So get off my di*k, and I’m out like that!

[Skit: Jamie Madrox]
Alright y’all
Wait, come here!
Oh my God, you don’t remember me?
Nah...
I had a crush on you for like, nine years…
I don’t know you, fat b*tch!
It's me, Jenny!
I sat behind you in Ms. Croberry's chemistry class
b*tch I ain’t even go to school!
No, I’m saying if you were to sit there
It would have been the sh*t
Umm, you think you could sign my shirt?
[Verse 3: Violent J]
Yeah, I remember school
Hoes back then was like "Joe Bruce? Ewwww!"
Years pass by, and look I’m a star
Now all them hoes 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 di*k hole
And they’d be like "Well 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 f*ck, resembling a Klingon
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
What up with these pop kids buyin my sh*t?
Mainstream groupies, get off my di*k!
I wanna see real Juggalos at shows
f*ck these Backstreet richy fake hoes!

[Chorus]
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
[Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Y'all don’t even know who the f*ck I am
Yet b*tches like "Who’s his friend?" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nuts and my inch is dusty
I ain't had pus*y in eleven years
I been dead, ain't nobody sheddin' tears
Look b*tch, I don’t give a f*ck about fame
Glock c*cked for you b*tches, cause I’m married to the game
Ain't no shame to the sh*t I speak
Slap hound dog b*tches 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
Buried wearin Locs and this clock of mine
Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique
My guns played out, and I ain't changing sh*t! (nope)

[Skit: Monoxide Child]
Hey, aren't you Monoxide Child?
That's right b*tch
Right....the skinny one. My best friend John supposed to be cousins with you or something
Who?
So like, I figured if you give me your phone number
I can give it to him, and maybe we can all hang out or something
Shiiiit
Whatever
Oh my God it's Blaze!
HEY DEAD HOMIE!

[Verse 5: Jamie Madrox]
You’s a hound dog b*tch, and I will smack your face
Ridin' on my di*k, now how my nuts taste?
Every place that I go somebody want a photograph
Or an autograph or “Can I get a dap?”
“How did y’all get started, y’all sh*t is really tight”
“And what be motivatin y’all to grab a pen and write?”
Listen hear lil b*tch, I’m the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthaf*cka with the milk white eyes
I despise how you try to perpetrate like a Juggalo
But you ain't down, muthaf*cka, you’s a Jugga-ho
Hey ho 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 eighty pound punch for each and every one of y’all
Muthaf*ckas with the b*tch ass hound dog face
My ass crack's exposed, go on ‘head and get a taste

[Chorus]
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Hound dogs ain't got sh*t to say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

[Verse 6: Violent J]
Muthaf*ckin hound dogs muthaf*cka
I got more sh*t to say
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 b*tch don’t even know Riddle Box
Real Juggalos don’t want no picture
They just walk up like "What up Ninja!?"
After that, they give a f*ck where I’m headin'
They're like “f*ck him, we’re lookin for neden”
And I don’t need any more free tattoos
Got my arms looking like Mötley Crüe's
I can be talking to the finest b*tch 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 you down in the parking lot
Do I think I’m better cuz neden comes easy?
Fo-sheezy, b*tch!
Bottom line y’alls
Get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls

[Outro: Jamie Madrox]
Can't f*ck with Dark Lotus, little b*tch!