| (feat. Crook) | |
| LOCO! | |
| [Hook x4] | |
| Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Can't see you where you run you boo boo | |
| You might need me to come and teach you | |
| Music is universal (what?) music is universal | |
| So I rock the microphone with no planet and no rehearsal | |
| I'll even rock a lil club for a small sum | |
| Black, white, red or green that ass gets all hung | |
| Dulo means never do like Twix I can't share | |
| Stomach starts growlin at night and nightmare | |
| [Crook] | |
| Hot like fire, hot like cocoa | |
| Crazy, loony, cucu, loco | |
| Your style is doodoo, caca, guano | |
| I know, you know, you don't wanna see me | |
| Mano y mano, my lingo, my ammo | |
| The Dulo, no demos | |
| I sting hoes in limos | |
| In the industry Dulo gon' be the tightes rap group | |
| Cus me and Bullet Loco tight like Bro' and Luke Duke, HOT! | |
| [Hook x4] | |
| Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! | |
| [Hook 2 x4] | |
| If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| We all get green when I come on the scene | |
| I'm a stone cold Diego rappin machine | |
| This is out of space so you know you can't fade us | |
| In my boxers and Chuck Taylors | |
| And my mission is to knock them boots | |
| C-walkin on the moon without my space suit | |
| From dusk till dawn you keep getting stepped on | |
| Runnin and get more Lennon than John | |
| When I say, "shake it, shake it, shake it" I wanna see ya | |
| Got grass growin like Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia | |
| In outer space we rocks the peep show | |
| To all little kids we large like +Elmo+ | |
| Is it over? Hell no | |
| Rain, sleet, snow | |
| Then we takin rap all the way to Pluto | |
| I got alias' bangin Dulo cus this DULO! | |
| And they got greenery that we can all blow | |
| [Hook x4] | |
| Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! | |
| [Hook 2 x4] | |
| If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out | |
| [Crook] | |
| Tired cocks I splurge in it | |
| Writers block? Never heard of it | |
| I'm in the zone with Jordan and Larry Bird kickin | |
| Wicked by nature you snitchin | |
| You trippin, you flippin | |
| I'll lace ya, disgrace ya | |
| Misplace ya, lace you like the unos | |
| This is for the whiteys | |
| The blackeys, the cholos | |
| You yellows, you aces | |
| You earthly, you spacin | |
| I just wanna show you how I get the waist men | |
| Dead bye, the undercovers | |
| Don't try them Dulo brothers | |
| This vibe, and feel them brothers | |
| Don't try and not to love us | |
| Cus we always on point, and we always on cue | |
| And if I give you this joint, man what you gon do? HOT! | |
| [Hook x4] | |
| Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! | |
| [Hook 2 x4] | |
| If it's Hot enough then we gon bring it out |
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