[Lucky]
Luciano be a hog, and he all about the paper
Ain't no mo' buck hide, boy I be sitting on alligator
Let me get on the microphone, so I can show em how it's done
No matter where I go, I never roll without my gun
Young mo'fucker up in this game, acting bad
Come around that corner, on chrome in that Cadillac
I ain't rapping for free, so quit bothering me
Unless you tal'n bout that feddy, don't be calling a G
I'ma swing then I swang, gripping on the grain
Hit you with some game, while I sip a little drank
Man hold up, that boy there he go hard
Who that Mexican wrecking, Mr. Texas Lone Star
Had sex with your broad, in the back of your car
Jamming Screw tapes, gone off them handle bars
I got love for my partnas, we be unseen
Me and Angeletti, Full Time and Lil Quin
Winston in the Penn, he'll be out in a second
Y'all already know when he touch down, that boy there gon wreck it
Dopehouse Records, done hooked up with Luck
So me and DFO, are making it bubble up
Pain and Rob, Uchie and Twin Beredaz
I'ma come through, and write SPM a letter
Tell him it's getting better, we gon hold it down
Po'ing fo's for you, and smoking on pine
What it do what the deal, huh brah holla whaaa
H-Town representing, know I'm tal'n bout boy
[Hook x2: Lady Jane]
It ain't no, stopping this
Can't stop won't stop us, not for shit
(ain't no one stopping this)
It ain't no, stopping this
Can't stop won't stop us, not for shit
(can't stop won't stop, not for shit)
[Lucky]
My neighborhood we run that hoe, and there there be so fa real
Man I dare you to come and try, to sell your dope up over here
We got it locked from block to block, you already know what I'm tal'n bout
And for them haters I got a glock, up in the 'Burban I'm chopping blocks
They selling herb they selling syrup, they selling X and they selling caine
Up in the Lex they gripping grain, we that Mexicans spitting game
Now get your change break your bread, try your best and shake them FED's
Off your ass get your cash, nigga like me be living fast
Maaan, I'm trying to get these riches
I like to pimp these bitches, while hitting 16 switches
I hit the school zone, representing Screwston
Dripping candy paint, ain't no fucking two tone
I'ma ball, y'all can call me and outlaw
Putting it down for my dogs, locked away behind the bars
Living life like a star, sipping pints of the bar
See that boy Lucky on the mic, going hard
[Hook x2]
[Lucky]
Ain't no way you stopping me, I got a family I gotta feed
Plus I got a block to bleed, Lucky full of that broccoli
Please believe I'm getting chips, state to state I'm hitting licks
On a paper chase up in this bitch, it's all about them Benjamin's
Laughing at my competition, flashing my diamonds
Christian on a mission, ain't tripping I've been rhyming
Pimping been pimping, I'm pimping a pen haa
Ends been flipping, I'm getting the chips haa
This for the dealers in the kitchen, weighing up the damn soda
Making boulders with the baking soda, slanging on the corner
I'm a soldier smoking swisha sweets, in a black Caddy
Lucky got game, like his daddy and his granddaddy
Man I could pimp this big booty, broad bitch
That hoodrat, never had no superstar dick
Time to flip my do', cause I done stacked my G's
And man I'm finished with flow, so nigga pass me the weed
[Hook x2]
[Jady in background]
[Jady:] I'm by the bar and you lookin' sexy (Oooh-whoa)
Girl, what you sippin' on, girls, your drinks are on me
Tonight (Tonight...)
[Lucky Luciano:] Hold up, girl
I like how you move when you do that there (Oh)
[Jady:] Tonight (Tonight...)
[Lucky Luciano:] Hold up, girl
I like how you move when you do that there (Oh)
[Jady:] Tonight
[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]
I done bought the bar, don't worry 'bout it
I like how it look when you move ya body
Drinks on me, my black car Gotti
Let's V.I.P., it's way too crowded
Come upstairs, feel live,
I love that smell, what's that you wearin'?
Oh, Cardier, yeah, I should have known
After this club, come follow me home
Cranberry and Belve', girl, what you drinking
I'm a order us a round and a shot of Tequila
I see ya bangin' body
Drinks on me, don't worry about it, I got it
[Chorus: Jady in background]
[Jady:] Cause I'm by the bar and you lookin' sexy (Oooh-whoa)
Girl, what you sippin' on, girls, your drinks are on me
Tonight (Tonight...)
[Lucky Luciano:] Hold up, girl
I like how you move when you do that there (Oh)
[Jady] Tonight (Tonight...)
[Lucky Luciano:] Hold up, girl
I like how you move when you do that there (Oh)
[Jady:] Tonight
[Verse 2:]
I'm vallet on chrome, my paper is long
I pay for patrone, just to get you loose
Orange juice and a little grey goose
When you see my Louie shoes, I bet you choose
So what it do, I'm feeling you too
Look mighty sexy, yes you do
I'm a upgrade you, I'm already cool
In the club, with my mink on, my neck is blue
Oh, you like that beau, let's hit Cancun
I'll take ya on a seven day getaway cruise
Tell your boss you quit, you done got promoted
I'll be back off and I order another shot for ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So what it's gonna be, it's about to be three
Wanna kick it with a G at a presidential suite
Order Don P and room service
Sex in the morn' before our breakfast
Ever partied like this, ever sipped on Cris
Wanna try somethin' new, come see how I live
What it is, girl, I know you like it
Make ya next move, ya best move, don't you fight it
Let go
I know you in a zone
Grouped on my game, yeah, you know it's cold
Jacuzzi and a fireplace to keep you hot
If you want it, I'll give it to ya, I won't stop
[Hook: Block]
Early in the morning, trying to find another club
Cause this one's, bout to close up
Swerving a Suburban, trying to find another club
Cause I'm still trying, to po' up
[Lucky]
I been up two nights, and I'm still going hard
Party nonstop, Lucky living like a star
Why the club close, when a playa having fun
Just killed my last drink, I was about to get crunk
Lil' mama where you from, well what you gon do
Why don't you get your friends, and they all can come too
They gotta qualify though, they gotta be worthy
I'ma give you my number, but holla at me you heard me
Y'all can all come through, if you talking bout something
Pack up in my Suburban, that be sitting on them buttons
When the sun come up, baby girl you gotta go
Get your shoes get your clothes, get your purse and hit the do', it's
[Hook]
[Lucky]
Ahh naw, a playa can't chill
Why them boys, turn on the lights in here
It's two o'clock already, I'm still trying to drink
Bouncer looking at me, like finish that mayn
Iight I'm through, yeah disappear
Trying to find something sexy, so I can get up in her ear
And tell her something thoed, something she never heard
Chop up some real game, and have her like whaat
Nothing to a playa, cause a playa get chose
That's about piece and chain, shoes watches and clothes
I'm a fool boy, it ain't new to the kid
I got one life to live, might as well do it big
[Hook]
[Lucky]
It's 3:30 in the morning, it's still going down
Ten butt naked's in the room, going live
We done hit the spot, parking lot pimping
See how quick, my whip had all of the women
Following us, back to the Telly-elly
I asked her in the lobby, are you sure you're really ready
Cause it's bout to go down, it's some real game spitters
She use to them squares, and never met no real pimp
And I would lace it up, but right now I ain't got time
Only here for my show, what go down
Early in the morn', I gotta catch a damn flight
Come see about me girl, I'm only here for one night
[talking]
Who them stars pulling up (fa sho), ha-ha
Turning heads, still pimping, ha-ha, uh
Lucky Luciano, uh
[Hook]
You with your man, but still watching me
Now you, gonna make your man mess around and try to kill me
Cause I'm, gon do some things that's never been done
I'm, gonna leave you sprung
(you gon be sprung when I leave, cause I'm still pimping)
[Lucky]
Girl look me in my eyes, quit staring at my diamonds
Yeah I see you with your man, and you're just waiting for the time
When you can come on over here, and give me your number on the low
So I can put it in my phone, and then hit you up at fo'
In the morning, have you in the Hotel moaning
I'm ordering room service in the morning, then I'm out
Tell him to pick you up, know I'm timminy tal'n bout
I'm about making loochie, staying draped with Gucci
Never paying for no coochie, never swanging in a Hooptie
It's the candy slab rider, with a handy gat inside a
Glove box, you already be knowing that boy Lucky bust shots
Jackers running up, cause I'm the rapper coming up
Mad at the stack of money, I had up in the club
And how I took off with his girl, then I left her at the Telly
He had to go pick her up, now he really wanna kill me
He had to go and pick her up, so now he wanna kill me
[Hook]
[Uchie]
If you gonna look, say something
Just because, my shine stay on bling
Lucky, I think these bitches be tripping
So tell em more, so you bitches better listen
[Lucky]
Better listen up to little Luck, I'm tinted up in a trophy truck
Got purple stuff up in a cup, I'm glittered up with the princess cuts
Still sitting up on leather buck, getting big bucks off pimping sluts
I get it crunk and live it up, y'all boys ain't ready for Lil' Luck
I left your girl sprung, with my name in her mouth
She was taking off her blouse, when she came to my house
Wasn't no making out, I came to make her shop
It's that Lucky Luciano, I ain't saving y'all
[Uchie]
Hold up Lucky, man I said it before
And I, don't give a fuck about these bopping hoes
Cause uh, hit em up my celly cause they love to roam
Take em to the Telly, cause they man's at home
[Hook x2]
[Lucky]
Yeah, 2003..
They gone hate this..
My boy Filero, in here on the track..
[Lucky Luciano]
Well it's the nawfside mexican, wreckin these boys ugly
No matter what you do, there ain't no fucking with the Lucky
The coldest in the free world, these record labels want me
They know I'm bout to switch the game up and get money
I got grown women with their own bank account
I ain't gone do nothin stupid, so these laws could take me out
I gotta represent for y'all, put my hood on the map
Houstone till I'm gone, H-Town where you at?
I got a manager with me that keep a glock forty wit em'
Keep thinking I'm slippin, and get shot up by my assistant
But nigga please, that shots from the k
Knock the smile off your face, so calmate guey
Im a blaze up the Arizona weed and smoke
Still sippin on the lean like a G supposed to
03 fa' sho, is my time to shine
If I don't make it with this rappin, I'm a cock my nine
And find the nearest dopeman and goto his dope house
Kick down the door, take over and boss
Im a young boss hogg, nigga look at me now
In the kitchen on a mission, tryin a cook up an ounce
And serve y'all what you need, watch the block bleed
When I signed on the dotted lines I got G's
Thought I signed for nothin you must think Luck a fool
My lawyer would'nt let me do it even if I wanted too, ooh!
[Lucky]
Oooh, that boy said that, know I'm sayin?..
Screwed up texas..
H-town, What it do?..
It don't stop..
[Lil' Keke]
I been pimpin major pen, since the year 9-3
Who better to get it crackin than that boy Don Ke
Got that Lucky on my side and he rippin the flo'
We gone shut down and close before we open the door
Now it's 2003 it ain't no fuckin with me
I stay sippin on the sprite and I stay fire'n the tree
This for all the young G's that be reppin the blocks
they be rollin' 22's and be covered in rocks...it don't stop
So I'm a pimp me a pen
Drop the top on the lac and try to smash again
Southside representin man, you know who it be
Straight up out the dirty third, it's that H-Town G
And it's R.I.P to that G named Screw
We gone keep this thing rockin, tryin a do what we do
We started this thing up and we bringin it back
Houston Texas in the house and the Don Said that...What
[Lil' Keke]
Houston Texas...7-1-3
Peace to the whole underground..
Its the young Don, CMG representin..
Lucky..
My boy Filero..
R.I.P to Dj Screw!!!
[Lucky talking over Lil' Keke]
Fa' sho...Haa!
It don't stop..
H-Town, what it do, baby?..
Pullin' trails nawf, off the west gulf bank..
R.I.P to Dj Screw!!!..
Fa' Sho!
[Lucky Luciano]
Its time to lay em' down like that stripper last night
Some talk about it but I'm living that life
Who be ballin in them Houston streets
L to the U to the C to the K to the K to the E to the K to the E
Lil' Keke and Lucky Me, shooting dice for a hundred G's
Show me the mic and I'm a wreck
Pimpin puttin these hoes in check
See the wrist got big bagets
Princess all on my neck
Full tank on Gulf Bank
Y'all already know I drank drank
Ga' dang, I'm a do the fool
When I come down chunkin duece out the roof
I got Gucci on my shoe, yeah I use to skip school
But now I'm throwing parties, women in my swimming pool
Apple over blue, on them 22's
See the inside looking like a living room
Aint no mo' woo-doo
Im comin in somin new
[SPM:]
It's that boy Los recking you niggas fo' show dope house in the house hope you ready for more. Rollin chevrolet slow I'm blowing purplelish dro I know you hear the track nigga watch me murder this ho. It's important you listen try to vision the vision I'm a pick up the pigeons and take them straight to the kichen. Ain't no need to be bitchin' baby please stop fussin. I'm grindin and hustling. That's the life of your husband. Gotta move out the hood because it's hotter than flames. I ain't naming no names uh but most of us slang. It's the joys of the pains, of playin dangerous games. Got me locked up in chains still the dream remains. These is struggling times I'm sheddin tears for my G's in caskets and cages I guess that includes me. Finna smoke me a tree and zip some homemade wine is some older niga telling me to don't waste time.
[Lucky Luciano:]
This for the homeboys in (quoquestemi) free S-P, free lil Bling and till the day they let 'em free, I'm a hold it down in these H-town streets. ya'll know me lil luky L same one supplying that money L. third corner hustlers showin out for the boys out on lock who ain't comin out. sellin balls pimpin' hoes man don't stop that's how it goes. gotta make that dough, might see the snow ese came up on this here flow, stay a G till they bury me. ain't born non I'm on my feet. ball until they catch me and give me a number and TDC. till that day I'm a act an ass, little ring that Cadillac no stage the same and stack my cash and try to bring home a platinum plaque. ain't shit changed still sippin drank in a big red and power 8. after eight tryin to paper chase tryin to see how much I can make today. playa made and strapped up waitin' on one of ya'll to act up. smoke you like my last blunt gloves on and matched up. nigga what I'm a Houston representative hold it down for that dope house till they free that god damn Mexican.
[Chorus: x2]
S-P-M-&-L-U-C-K-Y-L-U-C-I-A-N-O
D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
[SPM:]
When I slide, 'bout to bring this heavy and cold. tryna to reach for my piece, ok ready, unload. and so many been told but got no sense to listen. walk away from the fire that's your best decision. so many souls have risen, so many hoes have been done. so many mothers have fainted, now pick her up off the rug and take her out of the room. don't let her look at the body because she still can't believe that her son is inside 'em. I'm tryin to cope with the laws and put my hope in the cross. I remember all the times, walkin' broke through the malls. no love for the browsers so I opened up houses. moved ups and downs I'm the company founder. my weed was browner but now it's greenish and bluish. on the streets I was learnin with the rest of the students. no scholarship and it felt like graduation was hell. he wanted a dime so I broke a twenty using my nail. soy el coyote del monte you know that boy. el nombre famoso me llamo CARLOS COY. el jefe de la compania dope house records. I done wreck you niggas once, now I'm comin for seconds and the jealous of my stepping stones building my dynasty. all the hate makes me stronger bitch you cannot silence me. we all about pluses catching hydro busses. I'm the truest why you think the fukin whole world love us. the life of a thousand men if you ain't a friend of mine I step to the niggaz and they like uh neva mind. never been afraid to die, so I pray the day that I leave you'll forgive me if I don't get a chance to say goodbye. G till my after life hillwood mastermind dope sells itself we don't even have to advertise.
[Chorus: x2]
S-P-M-&-L-U-C-K-Y-L-U-C-I-A-N-O
D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
[Lucky Luciano:]
Ayy, two coldest Mexicans on the mic again. playa of the year and the violinist. I'm a sit in first chair till he get out of prison. dope house records done crack a million, diamond greenie chiviolin, hotel rooms with a lot of women. I ain't even had me a pot to piss in. check me out I done bought a benz. now to six with four thirty. off wreckin mics I ain't sold a birdie, if SPM ain't find the kid, in cyber quick ya'll ain't never heard me. I show my ass every chance I got. they showed the cash and the shit ain't stopped. gimme my props, I stack me a knot now I'm independent now sitting on top. bottles pop with a coniak I got diamond rocks all up on my watch. talkin' bout gotta be in my socks. got a 50 cal I don't bot no glock from black to black, I grind and rob the block. hit the blockers back in the parking lot. I'm on chop chop in a drop top. bitch back before I got it lock. hillwood take it off my dick with the rows performance I'm a show respect. RIP to Big M-o-e bet all screw Houston texas. till the end I'm a represent and drew it off with two kids keep stacking up these Benjamin and stayin that playa made Mexican
[Juan Gotti:]
Uh, was up my gente. it's ya boy, Juan Gotti. putting it down for the dope house familia: Rasheed, Grimm, Baby Bash, Low G, Coast, Quotakey, Powda, Pimpstress, Carolyn, Major Riely, Fame, Shadow, and of course my two homeboys....
[Chorus: x2]
S-P-M-&-L-U-C-K-Y-L-U-C-I-A-N-O
D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
[Juan Gotti:]
Roll with the SouthPark Mexican. put it down I'm a screwed up Mexican, from Houston Tex. back again, got some putos why they laughin, it's happenin. back again let it show one for my locos like? let it go, that's for sure. what's the time they got home. we can throw it, my boy got a lock of load, got a lock of load. you gotta get it wey, ni pensaban que???. I got it paid, slinging hoes all day. roll in the zone keep it blowed all day. fly away. whatchu know bout this, I'm a spread tha wings of your homeboy's pin, dope bar shit, hoes don't slip. my best friend is my pistol grip.
Roll on the rolla, smoke a blunt not a?. running through your nieghborhood with a gun on my shoulder. bitch I sign all my posters, put my gun in my hoster. put my finger to the sky and get chills when you toast this. cause Juan Gotti's ferocious, getting high off some roaches. give a fuck what you want, dopehouse click stays the closest. and they hand us some roses. swear to God that you know this. I'm the coldest and the? quick to pull out a?.
[Powda:]
Let me have the last verse, I promise not to curse. And homie you don't have to be scared to go to church. Fuck a bitch that would ever disrespect God's house. Ohh, I promise not to curse Jaime, block that one out. My baby's in prison so it's just hard to breathe, I got a bible but I can't find what part to read. my eyes start to bleed, lord is dark indeed. they tryna sue us, and it's just another shark to feed. still Los is the king and Dope still sell itself but I got that kind of pain, pain pills don't' help. tryna stack my stack but it's so hard to make it. like that one bitch he saying it's so complicated. put my life on the path, it could be happy or sad. you got a saying, if you got my name I might ask for a drag. so wish me the best or wish me the worst. if I curse, it just be another freestyle verse.
[Chorus: x3]
S-P-M-&-L-U-C-K-Y-L-U-C-I-A-N-O
[Russell Lee]
Yeaaaaaaah...Ohhhhhhh
[Lucky Talking]
Yeah they know what time it is..
Russel Lee in here with Happy P..
Paul Wall and Chamillionaire..
Man, it's going down..
[Chamillionaire]
Ay, it look like a G in the knot but, it's not, it's three
Time is money, you don't wanna chase the clock with me
I squat in the drop, not a dirty spot to see
Stand on top of my dough in the desert, and spot the sea
My money's tall, I been born to stack chips
Ignore my taxes, frame on the lack list
Hop on the mattress to get pornographic
Make a move on the chick, and move on to that sis
Hits, Chamillionaire he raps
So she lifts up the shirt show the bra with two straps
But how ironic is that, cause the boy can do that
I lift up my shirt, so the boy got two straps
Gotta strap up, I gotta be safe sexin
So I strap up, I gotta keep a weapon
It's Koopa protectin my health cause so many girls call me boo
Im scared of myself, haha
But they lucky, get the chedder and buck
Cause me and Lucky we both be tryin a get in a vault
Make bronze money turn greener than the incredible hulk
But I'm pain in full, vato what you thought...Koopa
[Lucky]
Believe that, money ain't nothin..
Specially you bout yo business..
Ay, Russ let em' know how these playas roll..
[Chorus]
[Russell Lee]
I come here to let you know, just how us playas roll
These boys betta pay what they owe, cause I gotta keep my money long
Gotta keep on hustling, can't keep on struggeling
My life, my feddi, my niggaz, my family and thats all I know
[Lucky Luciano]
Who make yo head bob like Marley and stay Brown like Charlie
Money to throw away with more green than Tommy
And I'm still on my toes, I got paper to wash
I keep girls every where from L.A. to the Bronx
I got em passing out flyers, cause you know I'm no dummy
I don't play football but you feel my homecoming
Im throwed, call me Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka
Its funny my trunk keep doin the hooka hooka
Labels keep callin cause they like my style
Im so fly, I gotta a million frequent flyer miles
I want her and her friend, cause I heard they dike
Im at the bar with Paul, and play thursday night
Chain glowing like a Darth Vader sword
Full of that high grade bombay de'jour
Im just a playamade mexican and my pants stay starched
Traded in the Bently, for a black made bomb
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
Im all about stackin green
Im tryin a get whats in your wallet and the back of them jeans
But theres more to life than, just facts and lean
Lil momma's know I'm the mack of the team
Gotta, fly honey dip on my siiide
Pimp juice drippin up off my striiide
Big swanges and vogues on my riiide
And a college education on my smiiile
There ain't nothin new under the sun
Im getting my paper, this ain't just for fun
I been on the grind since I was one
I was in day care, hustlin gum
So, I'm splurgin half my leisure
I got mo' ice than yo grocers freezer
And the rims keep getting steeper
Till' I'm old geezer, dodging the grim reaper
[Lucky Luciano:]
What
What
[Chorus: Lucky Luciano]
They say I drank too much, but
Me don't care
Me don't care
Me don't care
They say I smoke too much, but
Me don't care
Me don't care
Me don't care
They say I spend too much, but
Me don't care
Me don't care
Me don't care
They say I party too much, but
Me don't care
I'm a youngster getting money, living like a boss playa
[Verse 1:]
These lavish habits that I have inside me
Make me think I'm crazy, but in fact, I might be
I'm a drank all the drank that they got at the bar
And I'm a smoke til the store run out of cigars
So go wreck my car, then buy me anothun'
Then pull up to the club, valle on buttons
So I'm in the Seven series, I done trash the Caddy
Hold up, where my money at, girl ("It's right here, daddy")
I'm at Sacs, spit that, but my pants still sag
Tryna blow in advance at Vegas on crash
Forty-five days straight, then sleep for two
Wake up, then bring it back, win somethin' brand new
But yeah, I'm tryin' get richer, to buy a new livah
Some talk about ballin', but I does it Godzilla
My label can't handle it, too much of a problem
But me don't care, Lucky bring in dollars
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Call me a high roller, tight flight flow'er
Sittin' sideways in a pearl-white Rover
Pour me up a cup and watch me act a bad bone
Luciano, now that's a damn fool
Too much money in my pocket, I'm on it
Flew to L.A. today for nothin', I promise
Somebody stop him, he out of control
Lean Greens, Point Mall, beating up Georgio's
$700 E-V's, new jeans
And he got the shoes to much, shit, me too clean
Got the rolli on the arm, pouring Don Perignon
Make my room service bill lookin' like a car note (Catch up)
Ha ha
Take a toast to that (Cheers)
Pimpin' ain't dead, I got it on the track
I'm focused, man, see my poster, man
I got a bulk all on a leash, you can quote me, man
So don't ask me why I party all night
Grab a hand full of hundreds, then set it on fire
I'm Lucky
Take a picture of me
Don't be hating on me cause I make the crowd love me
Got a damn quota
That I gotta meet
Bottom over here at Santa Monica beach
Leave a message on a cellphone, I'm on vacation
I'm ballin' all day, that's why they hatin'
[Chorus]
"Luciano, playamade vato"
[scratching]
"Out the H-Town game..."
"Luciano, playamade vato"
[scratching]
"Out the H-Town game..."
"Luciano, playamade vato"
[scratching]
"Out the H-Town game..."
"Luciano, playamade vato"
[scratching]
Lucky Luciano, 2003
Kno wat I'm sayin.
Putting it down
(this game, this game fucked up)
Still spitting game.
[Verse 1:]
Show love, don't hate
Be a player, this only cool,
Yo cause don't wait for the paper to come to you,
Gotta match for the cash,
That's so much these days,
Hand guns we praise,
Packs of blunts we blaze,
Where I'm from streets race,
Children have to be slaves,
For the almighty dollar,
This shit got me hollering father
Come and get us foreal
The government tryna kill us,
It's even worse for my people on the other side of the river,
We in the middle where the war all stuck in the game,
Slugs fly, mother cry
They don't want it to change,
They making money right now off my best friend maine,
Since he was 17 he been a prison inmate,
He's 21 now can't wait till he's out again,
Yeah I sneek him in that killa weed every now and then,
I know I'm a hit that weed every day to calm my nerves
I can imagine being in there and without no herb
That's fucked up,
Man gotta keep your head up,
I do this shit for ya'll
Nothing but respect and love,
I'm a mexican thug,
In a lexus on dubs (what)
Still in the hood that's infested with drugs,
Got a vest on my chest for protection when I roll,
But I know this shit useless one day I gotta go,
Till then boy I'm,
Keep my hand on guns,
Houston where I come from now tell me who wants some?
[Chorus:]
Man this foreal this game is so wrong (so wrong)
We ain't doing nothing but chasing a lost cause (lost cause)
Yeah you ain't trippin but one day you might fall (u might fall)
And then when they hate, it's all gone
(and then when they hate it's all gone)
[Verse 2:]
Still in the hood with the rest of the thugs,
It's understood I'm in the ghetto where they selling the drugs,
You got a dollar you can get yourself a handlebar pill,
With $100 you can get a quarter pound of the kill,
50 pack an x with only $500 dollars,
If your smart with your product
You can double your profit,
I know boys that sells keys if you like to slang cane,
But be careful cause they might jack it back the same day,
Dressed up in cop uniforms kicking though your door,
(boom)
You think you getting raided till you wake up on the floor,
Money and your stash gone,
You wanted to blast huh?
It's funny your gat's gone
Need something to grasp on,
Go outside and see the smokers on the block,
But they ain't saying shit cause they focused on the rock,
Man they probably got broke off a piece of your shit,
Next time you do a deal you should be peepin the shit,
Now that's real talk coming from a real hawk,
Be about your paper playa watch out for them laws,
Keep your eyes on the prize
Over here the game dirty,
Spitting game in your ear but I know they ain't heard me
[Chorus:]
Man this foreal this game is so wrong (so wrong)
We ain't doing nothing but chasing a lost cause (lost cause)
Yeah you ain't trippin but one day you might fall (u might fall)
And then when they hate, it's all gone
(and then when they hate it's all gone)
[Verse 3:]
We was broke as a joke
Come though that by smoking sacks,
All we needed was weed to smoke
And a grey cassete to jam,
Wake up in the morning talkin about who got 5 on kill? (what)
Because we dealed with pain by staying higher than a hill,
Everyday is a struggle
Police hate on my hustle,
If they catch me doin bad I'm up state on the double,
Fuck a school and a rule,
I was expelled on the kool,
So I ain't got shit left to do but sell dope and make my tunes,
So that number one spot, nigga lucky wanting it,
When I get it haterz probably gone kill me for flaunting it,
But I gotta apply & skeam
For that million dollar dream,
Green make-up on the fean
I'm a playa on the lean, (what)
Gotta stack it up cause all my life I've had it rough,
Nigga motherfuck money cause I will never have enough,
I remember back before them hoes used to laugh at luck,
Cause my pockets didn't have shit but a phone and a rhyme and half a blunt.
[Chorus:]
Man this foreal this game is so wrong (so wrong)
We ain't doing nothing but chasing a lost cause (lost cause)
Yeah you ain't trippin but one day you might fall (u might fall)
And then when they hate, it's all gone
[Chorus: Goldtoes]
I'm a playa
I'm a hustler
I'm a gangsta making paper
I'm a rider
I'm a hustler
I'm a playa making paper
I'm a gangsta
I'm a hustler
I'm a playa making paper
I'm a rider
I'm a gangsta
I'm a playa making paper
[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]
I've been hustling all week, now I'm ready to spend
I walk up in the club about 12 AM
Bitches everywhere, sayin' "There Lucky go"
I'm a big time player, never loving no hoe
Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside
Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night
Y'all get out of line, and I'm pullin' out a nine
They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign
But I'm cold in the game, and you know I'm a star
Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car
If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for?
Boy, I'm 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more
I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this
Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches
I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola
Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Goldtoes]
It's the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky
In the club, every night
Poppin' bottles of the bubbly
What I'm saying is for certain
All night pervin'
My name is Goldtoes, and the money's what I'm earnin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
Yeah, I got a gun
But that ain't really nothin'
With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club
I'm a big bank flipper
Hustle from a nigga
Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter
Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper
Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle
Aw, need a mob figure, got richer
I'm foretellin' y'all how I live my life, nigga
I put it down for the players and the hustlers
Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters
But I stay throwed til the day that I die
Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high
Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor
Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles
Man, it ain't nothin' to a boss named Lucky
Everyday, all day, I'm on a grind to make money
Lucky, ha-ha..
[Hook]
I shine grind, bling blind
Better go out and get yours, cause you know I'm getting mine
I shine grind, bling blind
Better ask them boys, I do it to em every time
I shine grind, bling blind
Lucky came up, and got paid off rhymes
I shine grind, bling blind
And I'm down in H-Town, I ain't hard to find
[Lucky]
Well you already know what time it is, cause it's your favorite flower
Lucky caught the game slipping, now I'm fin's to take it over
Ain't no competition out here for me, so Lucky getting that money
And I ain't never hating I'm celebrating, while sipping on some of that Bubbly
Carlos told me Lucky man, it's time you get your shine on
Here's ten thousand dollas, and a contract for you to sign on
I said hold up, man you know them boys been hating me
He said after you drop this album here, they ain't gon be able to say shit
I said oh yeah you sho' right, you know I keep that flow tight
You know I got that do' right, it's Dopehouse that's fo' life
Let's go on ahead and get this money, and put it in they face
Them underground c.d.'s, got me just flipping an Escalade
It's 2000 and 4 shit, that balling out of control shit
That Cadillac do' slamming, I pimp slap a hoe shit
My name Lucky, and I'm getting the paper
I might not be nothing to you, but I'm shit on this label
[Hook]
[Lucky]
Well you can tell, that I've been on the grind
The way, that my damn wheels shine
Lucky do this all the time, and that's why I'ma bling and blind
Bling and blind in your face, when I step up in the place
I be thoed in creased clothes, and a Gucci belt around my waist
Came a long way, but finally I done made it
Survived up in the game, now I'm bout to rearrange it
I've been waiting all my life, I love it it's in my veins
So be proud of a gangsta, when you bubble I do the same
I gotta thank the angels, for giving my life this
Opportunity to be in this position, I'm in
It was already written, for me to do what I'm doing
I'm just living it and sitting back, watching it like a movie
Man that's from the heart, no I can't be denied
I done showed up fa sho', from being out on the grind
Lucky Luciano, popped up from behind
Cause after every storm, out come the sunshine
[Hook]
[Lucky]
Hold up baby girl, let me refill your champagne glass
And uh money ain't nothing to Lucky, cause he stacking major cash
So you boys better handcuff your girl, when I fall up in the club
Yeah they see me valet parked outside, on 22's no Dubs
I walked straight up to the barm he already know what I'm gon say
30 glasses of Hypnotic, and two bottles of Moet
I'm on my way up to the top, and when I leave I'm with a flock
Of bopping hoes coming out they clothes, all focused on my knot
Hey but they won't get a cent, and you know I'm fin to hit
And then I split I've been a pimp, and never had to trick
I'm in the hood but it's all good, my bank look fabulous
I live life like a superstar, and I might buy you a car
This the shit I'm feeling it, I'll get rich and then move to Mars
[Hook x4]
I Shine grind, bling blind
[Lucky Luciano: speaking in reggae]
Yeah, man
Come, come
I'm so stoned, I forget me nationality sometimes
Welcome, welcome, come one, come all
I like to welcome you to Lucky Islands
[Chorus x2: Lucky Luciano]
Roll up a blunt and pass that whole 'rine
Can't leave the weed alone, I'm so high
I'm high
El purpimando
I'm high
Bo-di-bight-bight-bight
[Lucky Luciano:]
Well, me wakin' bacon blow big all day
Learned to blaze mary jane, then raid the 'fridgerator
Lift a blank of elevator, blunt long as the equator
I'm stuck to my couch, can't find the T.V. changer
So I watch the same channel for two hours, then I cough [coughing]
Then I get up and forget what I was gonna do, so I (Damn!)
Sit back down, and try to smoke a pound
Mama said I need a job, but I still ain't found one
So I go to Stop-N-Go and pick me up a green sheet
Then I see a shiny pack of watermelon swisha sweets (Sweet!)
Get back to the pad and read the help wanted ads
Man, fuck this
Where's me ziplock bag, I need to
[Chorus x2]
[Lucky Luciano:]
Keep a smelly bag of pot, higher than a astronaut
Take a hit and pass it back, and don't slobber on my doobie
Got the Alcapulco gold, white with a wind kush
Got me in a zone
High as giraffe puss
Blood-shot eyes and got yellow fingertips
Keep a cotton mouth, my weed is seedless
Hydroponic, all I blow is chronic
Can't pay the rent, spent all my dough on it
Chocolate tye
Where the hell is my lighter
Better use the stove, if I can't find one
Some like a hippie in a tight ass shirt
Ain't shaved in a week, and I smell like purp'
[Chorus x2]
[Pre-Verse x2: Lucky Luciano]
No stress
Smoke in my chest, I
Roll the ganja til there is none left
[Lucky Luciano:]
Then I go to Church's Chicken, pick me up a number three
Four bisquits for a dollar, potatoes and gravy
Strawberry soda, wish I had a little lean
But I blew all of my money, on this green weed (Man)
Been blowing green since fourteen
Man, my dad had all the weed
Used to find a stash and steal some
Cut a cigar and fill it up
Tell rehab, I can't give it up
Break it down, I'll twist it up
I ain't selling nothin', this all for me
Man, this some good brocolli
I'm going krazy for you (yeah heyy)
I'm going out of ma mind just thinking about you
Another day of ma life baby without you
I'm going krazy I'm going krazy
Yea I'm with her but I'm thinking about you
Can't get you off ma mind baby what am I gonna do
Had it all but now it's gone
Feelin so alone wanna pick up the phone & tell you come back home
Still smell your ed hardey perfume on ma sheets
It's so hard for a rapper not to cheat
The women and the liqour had me blinded
I'd give it all up 4 ya I promise
Act like it don't phase me but I'm going krazy don't wanna
Spend another day without ma lady huuh
I miss you girl and the money ain't nothing I'll give you da world
[x2:]
I'm going out of ma mind just thinking about you
Another day of ma life baby without you
I'm going krazy I'm going krazy
She was with me through it all when I was broke when I ball
Now I'm waiting by the telephone for her to call
Had a star on ma team but I messed that up
I know I did you wrong just way to much
Let me get ma life together and I'll be right there
Hope your still waiting for me I know it ain't fair
Ring on your finger your name on ma arm
She wanted me to change but I could'nt so
She gone
See the only girl that know me all the rest phony
I miss the way you kiss and the way you hold me
Wake up in a big house all alone now
I don't want the fame just give me ma girl
[x2:]
I'm going out of ma mind just thinking about you
Another day of ma life baby without you
I'm going krazy I'm going krazy
I know they don't love me they just know lucky
You would dine with me before I got the money
That's why I need your ma mamacita
To c me going out ma mind kuz I can't see ya
Never know what you got till it's gone so if you got a good women then don't
Do her wrong
Man I should of kept her when I had her nahh
I hope somebody don't grab her
[x2:]
I'm going out of ma mind just thinking about you
Another day of ma life baby without you
[Chorus: x2]
She was pretty in the face,
She was fat on the back,
She was thin in the waist,
Baddest bitch I ever met,
Gave me her number,
So I had to call her,
A couple days later
I was at the damn doctor
[Verse 1:]
I swear to god
She was bad,
Had a trunk full of ass,
Met her at the club
Should of seen the way she dance
Yeah her name was lydia
Ain't never seen nothing prettier
Wanted her in my video,
Whatz your number?
Called her one the under
Picked her up for lunch,
I know it sounds dumb but
I forgot the condoms,
We ate, got drunk, took her
Home and fucked,
Warm, wet cuchi man
I beat that up,
All night affair I was
Feeling like a playa,
Woke up on the morning hit
It one more gan
Send her on her way
Thought I call her in a day,
Ain't these a bitch now
I'm pissin raisin blades
[Chorus: x2]
She was pretty in the face,
She was fat on the back,
She was thin in the waist,
Baddest bitch I ever met,
Gave me her number,
So I had to call her,
A couple days later
I was at the damn doctor
You think I learned after that
But my head too hard,
Doctor gave me a prescription
To fixed my problem,
Forgot about the flames
Coming out my dick,
Should of thought about it though
When I met my next bitch,
Named lucy (lucy)
Said she wanna do me,
Girl was fine enough to start
In her own movie,
Throwed yellow bone better than beyonce,
Should of knew better met her ass on myspace,
Pulled up to her house and she opened
Up the door,
Wearing nothing but a robe,
She was taking off my clothes
Man I could'nthelp it it was on I had to stick her,
A couple days later my dick had a pimple
[Chorus: x2]
She was pretty in the face,
She was fat on the back,
She was thin in the waist,
Baddest bitch I ever met,
Gave me her number,
So I had to call her,
A couple days later
I was at the damn doctor.
This a public service annoucement
Don't swim without it,
Keep a life jacket inside your wallet,
Listen to my song before somethin goes wrong,
I know she looks good wearing nothing but a thong,
Better wrap it up, before you outta luck
Gonna be mad as fuck when that bump show up,
At the doctor's office tryna explain your problem
Ain't this shit funny but it ain't no lie,
And I'm a keep it real, sho I've been there before,
Used to go without a trashbag but not no more, (nope)
Strap my gun up before I let it bust,
Can't kill myself I love fucking too much .
[Chorus: x2]
She was pretty in the face,
She was fat on the back,
She was thin in the waist,
Baddest bitch I ever met,
Gave me her number,
So I had to call her,
A couple days later
Intro Chords:
D A G
D A G
Lately I have been thinkin'
D A G
And all I?m thinkin' bout is you
D A G
I tell myself to quit dreamin?
D A G
Deamin that someday I?ll be with you
D A G
Right when I first met you
D A G
I saw that sparkle in your eyes
D A G
It hurts every time your leavin?
D A G
Hurts every time you say goodbye
A E F#m D
And will you ever feel the way I do
A E F#m D
If you believe in me then I believe in you
A E F#m D
And will you ever take my hand
A E F#m D
Beautiful woman and a simple man
Maybe to you I?m not the right one
Thats okay cause I?ve heard the story before
But maybe if I had a chance
You might start liking me for who I am