Pull up on the double, these boys want trouble
They call me Flinstone and my homie's born Rubble
Rebel, Devil, chase em' through the ghetto
Break these motherfuckers off with just one dedo
Metal bracelets, facin' worse incarceration
Aim for the dome gotta keep my concentration
Since elementary, it was destined for me,
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday?
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from the academy
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucka
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta?
I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers
And when I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
[First chorus (SPM):]
No matter where you at, do you represent your city?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Did your crib get raided by this little piggy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you ever whooped a nigga til' he really look silly?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
[Second Verse (Baby Beech):]
I suck the blood like mosquito, facin' Judge Ito,
Joint in my mouth, lookin' big as a burrito
Turnin' ten into twenty, twenty into forty
Forty into eighty, everything is gravy
Won't ya play me in your deck-uh
Microphone Checker
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Cryin' say that I'm a home wrecker
Berreta underneath my Raider sweater
Fuck a fine loca by the name of Huera
Stackin' mo chedda, then Speedy Gonzales,
Smoother than the head of Mister Telly Sevalas
Tu sabes haciendo jales, movin' llaves
Order two tacos with the beans and nopales
Don't blame us, just because I'm famous
And got my middle finger up your Baby Mama anus, BITCH!
[Chorus Two (SPM):]
Do you raise Ben Davis or do you sag Dickies?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Does your bitch got your name tattooed on her titty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you bump Tupac or do you bump Biggie?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you sleep with your wife or with a nine milli?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
[Third Verse (SPM):]
I got sacks for sale in the land of Hell,
My enemies don't even get a chance to yell
In the black chevelle, with my man Miguel
Little Pigs wanna put my fuckin' ass in jail
Stack my mail, where the bastards dwell
Puffin' on Jane cause that's my gal
Never brag or tell, but I blast'em well,
I shoot more shots than Sam Cassell
Well, pick the chosen and form an alliance
Move in silence N got the loyal clients
Corporate giants, with street science
Cookin' dope on a kitchen appliance
Don't try it, if you can't keep quiet
I put seventeen bullets in your diet
Layin' in a puddle cause you hoes wanna rumble,
SPM like Tarzan, King of the jungle
[Chorus Three (SPM):]
Do you got 5 screens in your '86 Rivi?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you flip Snow White quick, fast, in a jiffy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
When you buy new tennies do you spend one fifty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you smoke Swisher Sweets or do you smoke Phillies?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you ever bought a TV from Dope Fiend Willie?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you sip Cognac or do you sip Remy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you ever slapped a bitch for givin' you a big hickey?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you get shit crunk or do you get jiggy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Will you still be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Would you fuck a thick bitch even though she wasn't pretty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
If I was doin' bad would you smoke a blunt with me?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Are you a young city slicker or a country hillbilly?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you like Fonzarelli or Lenny and Squiggy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
When you wake up on a Sunday do you feel shitty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you pass on the ass if you don't got a Jimmy?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Just to fuck a fine bitch would you eat out the kitty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you been with two hoes that wasn't strictly dickly?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you hit anything or are you really picky?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
No...This is my last..one--how much time we got?
Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud you seem--haha,
like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that--hahaha
In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
Fired My Receptionist cause she a slow typer
Candy green Viper with the white striper
Choppin down Scott, slicer and dicer
Keep my wrist iced up just like my white cup
Ass on the tight buck bought Pop a nice truck
Bang, Spice I round my neck a python
Pack a four pound, ''do you wanna die'' gun
Puff like a dragon, slab cdillc Broughm
Stack cash in the back of a Crack home
Wrec'em till da outro,show em' how the south go
Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
No Blues or red that's leaving fools dead
Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw Said
Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park
Have you ever seen a nigga jus freak a Skylark?
[Chorus]
Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,
I was a neighborhood drug dealer
Hillwood High life fuckin blood spilla
In it for the money and not much else
Picked up a pen and I struck wealth
I was travelin to different cities, different hoods
Sometimes in Arenas, Sometimes in the woods
Met a lot of fans that I never knew had
I get lil' gifts and I give 'em to dad
He puts'em in a room with all my old trophies
Things he looks at cause he ain't got no stories
Of me growin up as a kid on Corl Street
He left to the store and now were four deep
Came back ten years later
Mom there's a man outside, is he a neighbor?
He said he lived in our house a long time ago
That's your dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go
[Chorus]
Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,
Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
So I had to open up seven Dope Houses
Cadillac Bounces, started makin thousands
Draped up in 3 thousand dollar outfits
Everybody happy, laws tryin to trap me
Pissed cause I quit and started comin up rapping
Higher than some scaffoling,sipping, laughing
Stayin on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
In my jag trippin out on Zoolander
Play fastball but I move kinda slow
With some lil freaks , y'all must be from Idaho
I think im from Ohio, cause im kinda high yo
I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
Killin brain cells really isn't cool
That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052.
Yep...that's me...blowin weed with my grandpa watchin uhh...yo
[Chorus]
Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
Order in the court!
[Judge]
The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?
[SPM]
Yeah
[First Verse:]
I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness
People stood around as I told this
Ferocious confession of relentless aggression
I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions
I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked
Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick
Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant
And if I ever come back to the free World
I'ma take my Baby Girl out to Sea World
[Chorus:]
Time is money
Time obviously isn't on your side
Time is money
[Bridge One:]
[Lawyer]
Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second?
[Second Verse:]
My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told
Bring me back fourteen and my birth is sold
Learn the code, then meet me at the service road
Now you all understand what this person know
Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so
I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for
But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope
But since the day that Mama gave birth to Los
I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke
Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose Loc?
Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke
Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note
I snatch his (??) up, he looked like he turned to chrome
That boy got a date with Dirt, in the Earth below
With the worms, that hoe left on an early note
I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke
[Chorus]
[Judge]
Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?
[Third Verse:]
I spent a lot of time away from family and friends
The first song I wrote, was a song named "Revenge"
Ever since then, my weapon was a pen
But I still kept a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal
[Chorus (2x)]
3,2,1
[sounds of door closing in prison]
[Inmate]
South Park Mexican, what the fuck?
[Chorus]
She don't know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see...
[Verse 1]
He was a good kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
he couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out with X's
He wondered he knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked through the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they liked, he knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done take me to the second one
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 2]
6th grade, why so much homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3]
A year passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot,hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed on two hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered after a while
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is bloody, bloody murder
[Chorus] - 2X
She don't know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
She don't know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
[Chorus 1]
[SPM]
Ooh Wee
We gonna do them bad for sure
Ooh Wee
Babygirl I thought you know
Ooh Wee
We gonna get throwed and blowed
Ooh Wee
Paint the town like Michealangelo
Ooh Wee
[Chorus 2]
[Baby Beesh]
I know
you find it hard to believe that I am
the genie of your lamp and I can
do anything you wish but right now
I'm commanding you to jam.
Ooh Wee
[SPM]
Scooby Dooby
playa pass it to me.
Sticky icky oowee gooey.
I'm straight out the boonies
bang screwy in my Dully
fingers residuey.
My girl wants a purse so I bought the bitch a Louie.
Got killas that are puny, sick and rather loony
Baby Beesh, Happy P, and my little primo Goofy
I'm the bully with the fully
au-tomatic uzi.
My Jacuzzi full of floozies
ma-king dirty movies.
Feed the needy with my CD
on TV in Tahiti.
Wa-ke up in the morning stretch and smoke me weedees.
I used to be the poorest
ask Mark Flores
now I drive around in a brand new Delores
[Chorus 1]
[SPM]
Ooh Wee
We gonna do them bad for sure
Ooh Wee
Babygirl I thought you know
Ooh Wee
We gonna get throwed and blowed
Ooh Wee
Paint the town like Michealangelo
Ooh Wee
[Chorus 3]
[SPM]
Daddy bought a brand new car
Ooh Wee
Now mamma get to shine like a star
Ooh Wee
Daddy gonna ball till he fall
Ooh Wee
Now mamma get to shop at the mall
Ooh Wee
[Baby Beesh]
Ay Chihuahua
holla on the dollar.
Mamma, shake your nalgas and smoke with Ali Babba.
I got that goo goo and that ga ga
you can call me dada, in the Caddy or the Navi
skating Daytons on Impalas.
Just like Michael Jackson I go thrilla for skrilla,
pushing green pearl and vanilla
hands on my nine milli.
Baby Bash and SPM we don't like no cops
we fidna turn The Dope House into Microsoft.
Well there we go again, with that flow again
acting like you know again, blow it up like Nickelodeon
cleaning up like a custodian. You sure that's him?
Yeah that's bash.
Gone off do do mixed with hash.
He's the one po-lice harass
he's your future and your past.
[Chorus 1]
[SPM]
Ooh Wee
We gonna do them bad for sure
Ooh Wee
Babygirl I thought you know
Ooh Wee
We gonna get throwed and blowed
Ooh Wee
Paint the town like Michealangelo
Ooh Wee
[Chorus 3]
[SPM]
Daddy bought a brand new car
Ooh Wee
Now mamma get to shine like a star
Ooh Wee
Daddy gonna ball till he fall
Ooh Wee
Now mamma get to shop at the mall
Ooh Wee
[SPM]
Bought my own limousine, 20 inch McLeans
5 screens
with 2 margarita machines
high beams, I mean, ballin' since 19
and I still ain't finished counting all my green.
A born loser, microphone abuser
puffing on medusa at the Lollapalooza.
If you introduce her,
I bet I'm gonna goose her.
I've never been a snoozer, I'm a 600 cruiser.
Coming out of Houston with a mouth full of pollution.
Mamma wants to put me in another institution
I smoke a whole quarter but I've never been a snorter.
Your boy SPM I done swam across the border, ha ha ha ha
[Chorus 2]
[Baby Beesh]
I know
you find it hard to believe that I am
the genie of your lamp and I can
do anything you wish but right now
I'm commanding you to jam.
Ooh Wee
[Chorus 1]
[SPM]
Ooh Wee
We gonna do them bad for sure
Ooh Wee
Babygirl I thought you know
Ooh Wee
We gonna get throwed and blowed
Ooh Wee
Paint the town like Michaelangelo
Helena
I love you baby
Sodapop
You take the breath from me
Make my life heavenly
I can't believe the way the good Lord is blessin' me
One in a million, mother of my children
Me without you like car without engine
You listen to my dreams that I vision
Respect that I smoke Mary Jane, it's like my religion
The pigeons, sometimes make you worry
But I can see, you know my vision ain't blurry
The innocence, still strong like a feminist
I reminisce, on the first time we ever kissed
In the devilish world you my only angel
Cancel concerts to stay with you and watch cable
Kiss your navel, candlelights on the table
You never cared if I was financially stable
12 years, to me it feels like 12 minutes
My love for you, sees no limits
[Chorus:]
Where would I be without you?
I know I wouldn't be rappin' into soundproof
I know I wouldn't be pushin' a Benz
I'd probably be gettin' transferred, to different pens
Or chillin' with my dead friends
Or still at the weed house makin' 5's and 10's
Miss Perfect, God-given
When I was lost, you made my life worth livin'
They say nothing on this earth is perfect
I don't believe it, you never cheated
Perfect record, undefeated
I needed a miracle to save my life
When I was hustlin' and grindin' late at night
I paid the price and listened to you bitchin' me
You start bringing up the past, that's history
Never again will I jeopardize
That's a promise that I'll memorize
Real love never dies
It's paradise, no matter where we at
The movies, the club, Six Flags, the Super Track
I was a dropout, no education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your man", and there you stood
I was 17, now I'm 29
And I pray you'll be mine 'til the end of time
[Chorus]
- Yo Ike'
- What's the deal Los?
- I know you feel me on this song, baby
- Man, for sure, my nigga, I got some for this
- Go on, wreck it, homie
Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kids and my wife
And I been thinking was shife when I been up at the night
So I be takin' a ride and I be thinkin' inside
And I be wantin' to die cause I be wonderin' why
But now I know it's too late and all I got is my fate
And I be thinkin' real deep about my kids when they sleep
And where the hell I went wrong, and how to hell to stay strong
Cause now my babies they gone, and all I got is this song
Try to make it all right, but not for them but for Ike
And if I have one more night that I can treasure the life
I know I do it all right with just my kids and my wife
One night alone with no fights, with Kim just huggin' me tight
[Spoken]
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah
[Verse One]
Roll Cadillacs never lie on rap
Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse
Lost two grand last night shooting craps
then I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps
Just got a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
Wanna come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They wake em up at five am for Fruit Loops
Draped in white overalls and black boots
Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice
Now we need money for some chips and soups
Run around town with a sack of rocks
Polo shirt with the matching socks
Mom I promise one day I'ma stop
I'ma grow up and be a astro-naut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican now radio radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican now radio radio radio radio
[Verse Two]
Now daddy come first and daddy come next
Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex
Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
If you say it is you a d-d-damn lie
Rolling through life like a tumbleweed
I'm the young pres of my company
Home catching hell cause I love my weed
Baby can you please let your husband breathe
Trying to dodge death and trying to dodge jail
Old damn friends trying to do my gal
People use to call me a bum from hell
Laughed at my car when my muffler fell
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pull another bud from the fat ass dime
Gripping wood grain let the seat recline
Got the Asian girl with the big behind
Take her to the telly and she love me long time
Remember when I begged you to buy my tapes
Now I buy cribs on the sides of lakes
Pray to the Lord and ask why they hate
Cause they got the nuts 'bout the size of grapes
Twenty-two inches on the thirty-two ton
And the candy paint cost eighty-five hun
Even if I'm in my swimming pool having fun
Still I stay strapped with the waterproof gun
I'm asking you please can you pray for me reverend
When I die will I go to heaven
Trying to count the TVs in my car I got eleven
Pioneer read one-double-oh-seven
[Chorus]
The day is here
What up baby
Hustle Town
Two double 0 one hun
And it just don't quit
No it just don't stop
Chunk duce
It is a question that people have been asking for eternity, is there a
heaven? if so, whats it like?
Will I see my homie Chris there?
He got smoked by some fools who shouldn't be alive
I'm tryin to cope but its just so hard,
Dear God will I see him on the boulevard
Can you tilt your hat to the side if you want
or do you got a have it straight to the front?
I've been saggin' Dickies ever since I was eight
and i wonder will somebody try to tell me I can't
I won a knife at the carnival they have at Jenson
It's just for good luck not for a weapon
I wonder can I take it
well thats if I make it
but I dont wanna walk around all butt naked
will my hydralics work up in tha clouds
Do people start complainin' if the music is loud?
and these are the things that I ask the reverend,
Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven
The other day i spoke to the reverend
to see if he said that mexican's could go to heaven
When i grow old no one know
That this life is a blessin
I wanna know is there a Mexican Heaven, Lord
Will my grandfathers beer breath be real bad
or will they make him take mints or tha white tic tacs
do the r&b; and hip hop, radio stations
play our raps or do they still be hatin'?
people owe me money from previous business
I wonder can i get it with a little bit interest
and what about drop outs with no education?
I cant spell good but i know multiplication
Do they got real tortillas for all the races?
Or them fake little skinny ones like some places
I know my sancha is out of the question,
but on tha cool she got love for a mexican
will my homies pitch in or wanna smoke for free?
will they have gas money or depend on me?
can I roll on gold streets in my 57
Let me know, can Mexicans go to Heaven?
The other day I spoke to the reverend
to see if he said that mexican's could go to heaven
When i grow old no one know
That this life is a blessin
I wanna know is there a Mexican Heaven, Lord
Will they charge arm and leg for the new Mike Jordan's?
or sell em half price so everyone can afford 'em
what about tobacco products will they ban 'em
one thing about cigarettes i just cant stand 'em
is minimum wage all they offer my people?
does my uncle gotta marry someone just to be legal
will he get dirty looks cause he cant speak english
do the chicks dress up or do they show their chi chi's
what kind of clubs do they have in heaven
I dont dance tech-no and no 2-steppin
I got a few warrants will they follow me there
or can I start clean with a record thats clear
is my pitbull there, his name is Plex
he choked on his chain jumpin' over the fence
im sorry if im askin you too many questions
I just gotta know, can Mexicans go to Heaven?
The other day i spoke to the reverend
to see if he said that mexican's could go to heaven
When i grow old no one know
That this life is a blessin
[First Verse:]
All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine
And just like that, my life stopped on the dime
I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin'
I caught you red-handed, that's what I get for spyin'
But I've been suspicious, cuz you done caught me with some bitches
But you promised not to shoot me with the same triggers
You didn't know the new Benz I just bought you
Could be tracked by satellite, and that's how I caught you
Oh Baby why?
In the past I've been unfaithful
I can't believe it, I feel like, this nigga raped you
But you allowed it, you gave yourself to a coward
I'ma bury both of you, and STILL buy you flowers
[Chorus:]
Remember when
Our love would never end?
But now I am
Tastin' my own medicine
[2x]
[Second Verse:]
It's disturbin', it's sick, I keep thinkin' bout this shit
I wanna spit on your face, while you lie in a ditch
You forgave me, but I just can't forgive you
Cuz it ain't the same, I can't explain it, but it's true
It's way worse, I never felt pain like this
I can't take you back, you fuckin' nasty ass bitch
You destroyed me, you ruined, everything I worked for
A house with an elevator, a spa on the third floor
I still love you, but never in my life will I touch you
You disgust me, your beautiful face became ugly
I just wish you was a dream, and that I could wake up
But it's real, so I keep, gettin' drunk, as fuck
[Chorus]
[Third Verse:]
I'm home waitin' for you, you don't know that I know yet
You're probably gettin' fucked right now, sippin' some moet
I checked the address, it's some dude named Paul
Thirty-three years old, oh yeah, I checked it all
Probably met him at the mall, spendin' up my cash
G-string up your ass, wearin' tight ass pants
Oh my, look who just pulled up in her Benz?
Where you been at Girl?
Oh, doin' some errands?
Take your shit off!
Let me smell you, what you thinkin' bout?
I know where you've been!
Shut your muthafuckin' mouth!
Whose house is this?
And who the Hell is Paul?
What you mean this ain't a house?
This where you took the dog?
You mean....this the vetinarian's office?
You got the Parvo shots, for the puppy I just bought us?
It's some old man named Dr. Paul Seigel?
Here's the business card, in case I don't believe you?
Call him up right now?
Nah Baby that's okay
You know I trust you, I love you, that's all day
Why is my face red?
It looks like I've been cryin'?
Gangsta's don't cry
Baby, don't even try it
[Chorus]
Yeah
This song is dedicated for all you niggas fuckin' over the women you love.
If she don't get you back, your conscience will.
And if she's not happy, then you'll never be happy, that's just the way it goes.
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song i wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane
Saggin my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell so good when she get wet and sticky
You lift me, girl you the bomb
Got a nigga blowin like Cheech and Chong
A bong, a blunt, or a paper square
It really don't matter she'll take you there
You been my gal since the age of 13
And Its funny to me, you still make me fiend
You put a spell on me with the green voodoo
You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo
Mary-Jane deep in the game
The way I feel words can't explain
You been true to me, stood by my side
I Wake up and get my mornings first high
Other hoes wonder why they get no love
Cause Mary got a big ol' butt, HUH
Mary-go-round, round and round
Oh let the mary-go-round, pass the sweet
If yous a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user
Producer, wanna cool my future (pass the sweet)
Pass the madusa, I never knews her
Who ya, Who ya think ya are
Ya fuckin with a dopehouse shootin star
Smokin that budda
Drinkin that puda
Booya, another killa from Madulas
I thug in rida chick gets me higher
Theres no needa tryna find a finer hyna
I decya my bitch your fya
Be bestet as we kids under plya
Mary-go-round round and round
oh let the mary-go-round
pass the sweet
Now you can do snow or get wet as the rain
Me man I got jane in my brain
Of course I kick doors for white whores
But my wife mary-jane I never get divorced
Cause she be tha only one fit for a playa
The green eyes and the pretty red hair
The hoes sick cause them jelous bitches wanna
Baile como Juana Maria Juana
You was born in Mexico but I took the chance
And brought your ass across to the promise lands
I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha
act like a freak and let all my niggaz hit ya
I got your picture on all my walls
mama caught us kissin wanna call the laws
My family thinks you nothin but trouble
Cant see how you helped me through the struggle
Mary-go-round round and round
Oh let the mary-go-round
I'm damned if i do and damned if i dont how to fuck the
world with my chest fulla smoke.
I choke on my breakfast the end of my necklace says
Dopehouse Records,Screwston Texas.
The diamonds on my emblem is cut like a princess you
can keep the lexus 'cuz i got two benzes.
I'm in your girlfriend's hot intestines cuz i bought
her 2 dresses and some contact lenses.
Got a message in the bottle hit the throttle in my
carro click and clack my semi-auto cuz im tryna see
tommorrow.
Bought a condom for my top hoe cuz she's working that
taco it's the top selling vato,twenty-threes on the
tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines got
love for the crips,and bloods,and latin kings
If it means anything this for all my g's i'm in jail
'cuz i forgot my fuckin abc's
Another D.W.I drunk and fuckin high i'll be out before
the mothefuckin sun can touch the sky They
call young Thurston Howell the third and dats my word
ima swang ima swerve ima park and scrape the curve
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with
As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm
gonna wet
Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the
jungle
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
So that I can function
I walks in the club uh, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting down my clique
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex hoe
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-bump-pump
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometimes I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high
Chorus
(Carolyn)
We we we mobbin
we hoggin and we doggin
we creepin and we crawin
it's time to do you all in
Verse 1
(Lucky)
hold up im too thowed, im the young capo
5 star general, lucky luciano
yo my checks too fat, the banks cant cash it
gimme ten days, menawhile i got plastic
country to country i live in hotels
no ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
am i in acapulco or puerto vallaca
sippin outta pineapple actin a fool
step out on my balconey and check out my view
im lookin brand new, i get menages crunk
lucky look cleaner then andre monk
open up my closet and you're in the galleria
im the shit homeboy, call my lucky diarrhea
covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist
just to show out and stunt, im the dope house prince
Chorus (2 X's)
verse 2
(SPM)
im kinda hotta than lava, i got a dog that slobba
i might be yo father betta ask yo mama
i practice karate like the boy chuck norris
im papa bear im like "who the hell dem eatin my porridge"
im still ralph lauren and im still mike jordan
im still comin down orem just floorin the foreign
never borin or simple, man im really excitin
i go to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and bitin
i might poke ya eye out , i dont fight that fair
i fought a dude with some braids and started pullin his hair
but my boys back me up and leave nobody standin
im like "why y'all jump in? man i almost had'em"
and they was like "los, he was beatin yo ass"
i was letting him get tired, man you messed up my plans
anyway, imma write a song about it, and tell
all my fans that i beat him up all by myself--haha
Chorus (2 X's)
verse 3
(Low-G)
i might play chalupa, thats mexican bingo
peace to my boys up in coffield and beto
my benz take diesel, dejame explico
if i hit the pen walk around with a pico
i used to slang cincos, chilled on domingos
dickies look young aint got no wrinkles
shoot like ming when he hit 12 footaz
i be pullin hoes like a kid pick boogaz
you can see my rolli when i dip guacamole
gotta all white pit like angelina jolie
i put red dots on 9 milla glocks
might make you think that you got chicken pox
got rims like a spida, weed to the lighta
its ya boy low, ima killa not a fighta
roll with china, phone off the ring
i know you hear the hook, nigga thats my lil prima
Chorus (2 X's)
(Bash)
im at the dope house smoked out, baby bash loc'd out
doin tracks with charlie brown whe broe out
he choked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
went to see his wife and his daughter and his mijo
the game is so frio, now he tippin Styrofoam
said he gotta be right back before th lights is on
buts its al gravity, learn from tragedy
just to let you konw cold tem batches be
cause when it comes to the jealous man it gets messy
i fuck around and gotta turn into some joe pesci
i pimp the blood out ya mama and ya loved ones
sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins
and guaranteed that you wont say nada
radio or not, man you still dont want no brrr--aa, brrr--aa
and thats the really realest shit i ever spoken
dot get twisted mayne, dope house is still open
[JC]
We had met, through a friend and then (uh huh, uh huh)
Thought we'd be together till the very end (uh huh, uh huh)
My partners told me you was about that dough (uh huh, uh ha ha)
But when they said it I was like hell no
Cause I knew that you was so special (so beautiful)
Started seeing signs but I wouldn't let go (uh, uh)
You complaining about my money cash flow (what)
Said it was a what, a bit too low (too low)
You was tripping on my boy's tahoe (uh huh, uh huh)
And told me why can't you be like that ballin negro
[Chorus]
I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you, and that just wasn't cool enough
And now I'm back though, and rolling in my benzo
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you want to call me up
[JC]
Do you recall a trip to NYC (remember that)
I spent all the money that I made that week (working hard for my dough)
38 hours on my 9 to 5
No matter how I tried your ass was never satisfied
Go back in town and I'm driving us home (already)
Stop at the light and you jocking someone's clothes (what you looking at)
I knew right then it wouldn't be me (uh huh)
Relationship was history (out the door)
I just can't bring me back for no it watching h-o-e
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican]
High priced hoochie, love that coochie
But I won't sit back and let a broad use me
Too much cash in my jeans left pocket
In the VIP blowing kill with the Rockets
Baller shot caller, sipping alcahola
Dopehouse after-party, everybody follow
Don't trip, I got it real sick now-a-days
Six police that be earining they pay
Breaking up fights, and shining they lights
Take them all to jail till they learn to be nice
Jose, and my boy Mario
Brought a truck full of bud, we gone party yo
We heard the word now, we know just what you're
thinkin'
You want us dead now, you want to see us sinking
We have no choice now, this is the game you've chosen
My clique is killa, just like the thing I'm smoking
It's time for action, time for retaliation
You ain't a real G, been watching too much "Jason"
all my fists around clips
May you sleep in peace with the fish, you's a hoe
And in the pen. you be a bitch
Using red M&M;'s for lipstick
[HOOK x2]
They want to go, to bloody war
Are you sure you want to, take me to war
I got my G's, I got my team
Put me down for murda in first degree
My clip is full, but that'll change
Heard you got your vest on, but I want brains
It's lonely days, and lonely nights
Cause I need my revenge, right by my side
My gun is hot, my heart is cold
Everyone around me has killed before
[HOOK x2]
I snatch your bitch, then snatch your life
And keep your fingers, for braggin' rights
Next week you'll be washing my troka
Cause your ass ain't shit but a panocha
You have a choice, die or be miserable
Dopehouse, home of the invisible
I warned y'all to stay of my genitals
Now I gotta turn you fruits into vegetables
Having nightmares, homie you ain't dead yet
Waking up with your motherfucking bed wet
I have fun with fucking punks like you
Tell his momma not to worry he'll be dead by Two
His head, impounded, they never found it
He in the dirt, you can say he got grounded
I'm a shouter, livin' how I tell it
And if you see him, tell him I said...
(Chorus: Robin)
He's a riddla aaaaaaaa
The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa
(Verse 1: SPM
Silently
I receive my degree
I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry
Like the weed my brain buzzin like a bee
Flyin free I only fear sobriety
Shy police
Invading my privacy
We set a lot in court
They accepted my bribery
Finally I let this irony inspire me
They dying silently
Really jus tryin to be
Society denying me
So my pro-bity
Is flippin ghetto ivory
Oh my dear diary
My hood is fiery
They admire me
Will I die a G or will I build a fukin dynasty
(Chorus: Robin)
Repeat 4x
(Bridge: Rasheed)
It's the riddla on the roof
Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth
It's the riddla on the roof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Repeat 2x
(Rasheed talking)
Yeah that's right it's ya boy Rasheed
All the way from the North Philadelphia ghettos
To the South Park slums
Representin in that Dope House with my man
The South Park Mexican
Say Los break these boys off once again
(Verse 2: SPM)
It's that vato
Convo you know how the song go
Get my freak on so
Watch for Santo
Pronto
Like a bronco
Turn him to a John Doe
I make ya body need bondo
I stomp hoes
Pop pop those hallows
A hard act to follow
A fool named Carlos
Ya know my matto
"Don't act like a star bro"
If ya talk don't pay ya damn car note
And although it's almost tomorrow
Cept for sorrow
Cause don't be a rap they can borrow
I swallow a ballo
Back at me lago
And G's hollerin bravo
Getting smoked like a Marlbro
(Chorus: Robin)
Repeat 4x
(Bridge: Rasheed)
Repeat 2x
(Verse 3: SPM)
Ain't no sympathy in the street
It's either him or me
Officially he the man that can get with me
Nigga please
My trigga squeeze come like the killer bees
Figure these the last days why stick wit G's
Initially my millimi make em history
Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly
Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine
Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine
Sippin lean ya started with the triple beam
Competion tell me
Are you listening?
It's the king
Livin life like Pistol Pete
With me so heat
That'll make yo body incomplete
Epidemy of a mental facility
I take ya nuts and hang em on my Christmas tree
Simpily I don't slip but I'm slippery
Unseen like the n-tity
Really be sick of beef
I disagree wit ya trickery
Blast like Yosemite
Smoke ya ass like a hickory
Industry
Ya fixin to see my embassy
Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery
(Chorus: Robin)
Repeat 4x
(Bridge: Rasheed)
Repeat 2x
(Rasheed)
A tooth for a tooth
A tooth for a tooth
(Robin)
(SPM)
V.I.P. baby
Uhhh
The room's kinda foggy, ballin is a hobby
She said I like your style, I told her it was doggy
More champagne, and more white wine
She had a gold chain that looked just like mine
Now you might find my life hard to believe
I hop in my Jeep and holla talkin is cheap
Where my keys homeboy? I snatch 'em from the Valet
It's pourin' down rain, Rollin down South Main
2: 16 when i hit the scene, Pull up at After Hours 'bout to live my dream
I got the Infra beam wit a 1/5 of Lean, gave the password and a fist of green
Now chiggycheck 1, 2, this one's for you
V.I.P. D.J. jammin? Screw
Surrounded by nudity and private security
My game like cain son, you can taste the purity
Chorus
It's a private party, at the V.I.P.
How many playas wanna be like me?
Drinks on the house, put it on my tab
We 3 young playas just actin bad
In the GS Lex, or the SF6
Order? and some Thai while I'm hittin my licks
So just pass the Kill, and pop the Dom
At the V.I.P. baby, once again it's on.
Say where my playas at? Where my playas at?
Uhhh sippin on yak wit the gangsta hat uhhh
Blowin on trees Puffin on a fat uhhh
Playa made paper now it's on like that
Lookin at my Cartier, I thinks it's time
Platinum strapped to my wrist, Diamonds 'bout to make me go blind
When I step throught the door better watch yo gal 'fore I make that hoe mine
I've been a Mack since way back, my Zodiac the Dolla Sign
In time, you'll find me too clever, however
Give me a hard-headed broad, I'll change her like the weather
Give me a broke-legged frog, I'll make it jump forever
Give me some crack and some bars and I'll make plenty cheddar
Pimpin ain't easy, but somebody's gotta do it
Conversation ain't nothin, lest you're willin to pursue it
If you gon do it, you better stay true to it
Man pimpin ain't dead, you just new to it.
Chorus
(Pancho Villa)
Girl we're V.I.P., Very Important People
Mr. Pancho V and Tommy G
With yo mamis all up under me
So we slidin in the Beamer or the GS3
Highly scouted pro playa, Never been a hater
Congratulater, Don't get mad when I take her
And break her, to the woman that you could not make her
Known for pullin top notch models, Sex with all the gatos
Well paid vatos, Never had the same O's
Always down to share hoes, and after the club
I'm in the Tahoe, where all the girl's follow
All ya'll look good, which one of ya'll gon swallow?
Gucci on my eyes, diamantes on my teeth
Dimples in my cheeks, Hydroponic in my leaf
Lookin hella good like every playa should
Paper come from wood, but I come from hood.
(South Park Mexican talking)
Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go
[South Park Mexican]
I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I loc with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, skip go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more cause to me they just pennies
I won two emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags than shoes and sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers
(Chorus: scratching)
Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Not the chimmy change for the beans and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
[South Park Mexican]
You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot me, cause I'm making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Lugies, save my doobies
She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a swamp thing and Papa Dough
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My nextdoor neighbor's taking pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops get off of my land
With my barbie, I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie
No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll
Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth
(Coro)(x2)
I cant escape
this ghetto imprisonment
funny incident
to face of death
I'm so innocent
(my life is violent
but violent is life)
ONE TIME MOTHAFUKA reach for the sky
all I ever wanted was a piece of the pie
On this chrome Microphone
I can Do No Wrong and can only be held
back
for so long
on the tempo street info
How I riddow
If this nigga trip i turn his bitch
into a widdow
puffin weed
5 Dunn Sunny D
Cyber real free shit comin from a G
Suddenly the Summary Aint where you wanna be
underneath a hundred G's keepin death company
quick triiga
certified wig splitas
ditch diggaz
all about big figaz
the last to laugh you dont have a chance
I come down like a motha fuckin Avalanche
Blast yo azz you think we wont answer back
cancel that or we blow yo motha fuckin azz
in half
(Coro)(x2)
I cant escape
this ghetto imprisonment
funny incident
to face of death
I'm so innocent
(my life is violent
but violent is life)
We roc Rashade is also gettin paid
who give us a bald fade
who got, just razor blades
wit yo options be away
the game of life'll be to play
wit five aces of spades
three small trick up the trade
radicle renegade
walked in this world to play
bringing faces
the top joka
devil persuasive
aint iy amazing hoe this beer became
a cravin add a fukin sweet
give it tea to see some mis behaving
aint no lifting balls
bitches mind be like ill
put you down wit these southern skills
then piss in yo fuckin grill
grow deep wit back & gats
and all stands
my boyz gettin prepared for neucin
the war fair hands up in the air
soidlers flippin they fists
fifty bald heads smoked out
sloked out of piss
infarred got it locked my man X
marks the spot
drench, then run that motha fucka
down the block
(Coro)(x2)
I cant escape
this ghetto imprisonment
(my life is violent
but violent is life)
funny incident
to face of death
I'm so innocent
(my life is violent
[South Park Mexican:]
Fresh off the cut. Mama who? mama what?
Take a 40-ounce hard to the gut
On the run so call me the perro
In the club with a sharp ass filero
Ya'll gettin' large, Dope House is larger
I'm in the hotel tryin' to find my charger
It's another hot summer, she gave me the peck
& then let me tongue her
Love it man, I'm with my dame
Young & dumb with real good brains
In the club eatin' steak & ostrich
Smoke weed & get more hungry than a hostage
I've been hard since the very first demo
We came up with no problemo
Damn yeah I'm from a farm
With 700 elbows in the barn!
Do you party with those drug smugglers?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Is your enemy a dick sucker?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I don't think they want no damn trouble.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Do you love your homies like a brother?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
[Baby Bash:]
Man these fools don't wanna see me
Smoked out like an indian chiefy
With Pocahantas & her cousin in my teepee
Talkin' bout how they love some Baby Beeshi
While I'm suckin' on a sweet like a chi-chi
So high, everything lookin' 3D
3some, got your boy Little Freaky
Orgys to the weewee, the sleepy
But I'm just sayin' though, Wiggy, Wiggy
Outsmart the piggy
Them Dope House boys 'bout them bones like Bizzy
I'm a grizzly, so call me the Oso
Pushin' that candy vanilla & a cocoas
Ojos, green like your mocos
Plum dumb stupid & plum dumb baboso
If you don't wanna give me no love
Check it out man I don't give a... huh!
Do you smoke like a broke muffler?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Are you a 40-ounce chug-a-lugger?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Is your favorite actor Danny Glover?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Do you smoke a sweet then smoke another?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
[Rasheed:]
The wetblack, back from hell "Yo"
Fresh off the muthafuckin' crack hotel "Uh-huh"
The young nigga, knock-a knock a nigga out quick ""Pop"
Ya'll heard a new jam called "We 'bout sick" [laugh]
With the mexicans, sippin' on medicine "Yeah"
I accidently shot an innocent pedestrian "Aah!"
Devilish, got my hand on a ruga "Click-Clack"
Pushin' me will havin' you pushin' the patunias
Look at all these rumors, surroundin' me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
Let me crush, my king still pendin' "Still pendin'"
Benzo plus, 600 engine
But the cops put my car in the storage "Why?"
Traffic warrants, I'm in hell eatin' poriche.
Do you understand or did I stutter?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Did you raise up out the fucking gutter?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Do you max out Visa & Discover?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Baby Beesh just fucked my dance instructor.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
That bitch is hot like Houston summer.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Some people call us Dumb & Dumber.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I think I'm in a little trouble.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I'm a muthafuckin' damn nutter.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I'll come to your house for damn supper.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Is my muthafuckin' girl a juggler?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I'm a muthafuckin' crazy ass nugga.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I'm more like I'm a god damn chicken plucker.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
Have you ever watched Jerry Sprunger?
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
In everything we say "goddamn fucker."
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I think I shaked her & I thing I drug her.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I think I slammed her on the damn rugger.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I think I burned my knees with that rugger.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done-a.
Hubba Hubba Hubba.
You forgot your damn budder man.
[Chorus:]
Now these West Coast players & we love to ball...
& these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
& them East Coast killers ought to represent
& when we ride together we gon' kill some shit...
[Verse 1:]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped & I'm ridin' high
West Side 'til I die, money multiplied
Down & dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs & gold jewlery
& we blow big candy cane
Player hatin' dirty Mex don't understand the game
Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man
Hoggin' And Doggin' cheddar cheese full of scratch
& got them super fly fish tags full of tash
That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin' through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a little change...
[South Park Mexican:]
Ring around the police, pockets full of hoezies
It's the Wizard of 36 OZ's
Swingin' 'n' swervin' jealous man's burden
Hoe's see my ride & wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin' keep they heart hurtin'
H-Town city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a burnin'
Back in the days I couldn't get one wordin'
Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali
Players on pro's like the muthafuckin' valley
If you were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity.
[Chorus:]
Now these West Coast players & we love to ball...
& these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
& them East Coast killers ought to represent
& when we ride together we gon' kill some shit...
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17 shots pulled back an squeeze
Take Keys break 'em down the O's & P's
& I'll ball like a muthafuckin' C-fee toe
I'm laced in this bitch like PCP, with SPM & LOW-G
Down with the click, I'm Baby Beesh
& I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die muthafucker
I'm a grind in L.A. 'til my very last day
It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
I guess that's the reason I roll with my rival
& like I said big frost is a hard act to follow...
[3rd Verse: Rasheed]
It's the Philly Alumni
On the drum I, come I
Wit the type of funk that make a sucker cry
But he need no paper to fly
I ain't gon' lie
My organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz
Gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin' life-a
The homey force that's gon' hop up on the plane
Seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast Mary Jane
On the east coast, they're goin' whacko for that stack of paper
On the South Side, they run wit slangers & they stack that paper
We screamin' yay yay
Wit the baskets full of blaze
South Park Mexican & Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
Cashin' in the money
Like Universal comin' wit Def Jam
& do a hater we gon' have to...
[Chorus:]
Now these West Coast players & we love to ball...
& these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
& them East Coast killers ought to represent
& when we ride together we're gonna kill some shit... [x2]
[Low G:]
It's yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
I feel it get crunk & take control like Janet
When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it
Recommended a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most worse that Dennis.
Mm. Me entiendes? Raches apendes
Remember me Low-G from the block of rock
Second war with the 9 millemeter glock
Keep it endless, stayin' friendless
Cali flex the next
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed & the South Park Mex...
[Chorus:]
Now these West Coast players & we love to ball...
& these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
& them East Coast killers ought to represent
[Low-G]
Yeppa Yeppa homeboys
That's the nigga Low-G
Puttin' it down for the nina eight
We givin' prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we forgot your click
[SPM]
I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.
But my hina' hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Another fool puttin' down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better
If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill wood hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole click catch the Greyhound
Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,
Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,
We, put the streets on beats
Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,
Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,
We, put the streets on beats
[SPM]
Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right
Act a fool when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven Seville convertible
My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven locations
Professional, but don't test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic
Believe in myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?
Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,
Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,
We, put the streets on beats
DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,
20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,
We, put the streets on beats
[SPM]
I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national
It's understandable, not to mention
what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD
See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!
On the underground nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'
Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D
K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,
We, put the streets on beats
Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,
Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill
Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,
[Intro:]
[South Park Mexican:]
Yo yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everybody to HustleTown.
We... Are we recordin'?
Alright let's do this fellas.
[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X]
For years homeboy, for years...
[Baby Bash:]
Now if you want to battle me then it's on
I'm blowed while I'm creepin' up whip out my Tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried that set up now your ass is gettin' wet up
'Cause real G's from the South East will leave you haters tryin' to get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish
& on your grave I tag it's the muthafuckin' Rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressin' that lesson to all y'all players & y'all haters
Haters keep watchin' y'all back & y'all players keep creepin' & stackin' that paper.
[Baby Bash:]
Now Now why do these haters wanna plex?
Why do they wanna be startin' mess?
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest
'Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex
Comin' straight out the South East side of that Tex
So if there's somethin' you gotta get off your chest
It's best that you don't express it.
It's hard enough for a Mexican
So I really don't need all that plexin'
There's all kinds of player haters out there so please wait let me tell you about those.
First you got them fraud ass hoes
Then you got them fraud popo's
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the streets who just wanna plex & take yours.
[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X]
For years nigga, for years...
[Low-G:]
Guess who's back from the pen
Out to win, Sippin' Gin with my kinfolk
Got's the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with these G's muthafuck you
'Cause there's a straight up struggle in my barrio
2nd Ward gettin' high on the patio
& when I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set
I get respect when I step with my new Tek
Don't sweat I check hoes daily
On the regular talkin' to your lady
On the cellular creepin' on the Lowride
In the middle of the night with no lights
In the .45 chillin' at the Dope House
Low G. is somethin' you don't know about
Little tricks on my dick 24 7
Treat them like a bitch & still got them hoes beggin'.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil
Stayin' high 'til I die flyin' like a eagle.
& as you know.
[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X]
For years homeboy, for years...
[South Park Mexican:]
You superficial talkin' 'about life with a pistol
But you's a hoe livin' clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave body dimples
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pitballs.
You simple, I'm complex
& comin' on next, Oh take a wild guess
The South Park Mex
Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness
You don't wanna start mess with the heartless
I be the smartest, hardest, artist.
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches
Shootin' star yes, Ol' trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, Then flip coke
Tip-toe to the top
Tellin' thug tales of wicked love spells
Hoes & drug sales, Some fell
In fact it's most
So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke.
[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X]
[Outro:]
[South Park Mexican:]
H-Town, HustleTown, Did this for y'all, My boy Low-G.
Chorus
(Carolyn)
We we we mobbin
we hoggin and we doggin
we creepin and we crawin
it's time to do you all in
Verse 1
(Lucky)
hold up im too thowed, im the young capo
5 star general, lucky luciano
yo my checks too fat, the banks cant cash it
gimme ten days, menawhile i got plastic
country to country i live in hotels
no ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
am i in acapulco or puerto vallaca
sippin outta pineapple actin a fool
step out on my balconey and check out my view
im lookin brand new, i get menages crunk
lucky look cleaner then andre monk
open up my closet and you're in the galleria
im the shit homeboy, call my lucky diarrhea
covered in diamonds, get a load of this wrist
just to show out and stunt, im the dope house prince
Chorus (2 X's)
verse 2
(SPM)
im kinda hotta than lava, i got a dog that slobba
i might be yo father betta ask yo mama
i practice karate like the boy chuck norris
im papa bear im like "who the hell dem eatin my porridge"
im still ralph lauren and im still mike jordan
im still comin down orem just floorin the foreign
never borin or simple, man im really excitin
i go to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and bitin
i might poke ya eye out , i dont fight that fair
i fought a dude with some braids and started pullin his hair
but my boys back me up and leave nobody standin
im like "why y'all jump in? man i almost had'em"
and they was like "los, he was beatin yo ass"
i was letting him get tired, man you messed up my plans
anyway, imma write a song about it, and tell
all my fans that i beat him up all by myself--haha
Chorus (2 X's)
verse 3
(Low-G)
i might play chalupa, thats mexican bingo
peace to my boys up in coffield and beto
my benz take diesel, dejame explico
if i hit the pen walk around with a pico
i used to slang cincos, chilled on domingos
dickies look young aint got no wrinkles
shoot like ming when he hit 12 footaz
i be pullin hoes like a kid pick boogaz
you can see my rolli when i dip guacamole
gotta all white pit like angelina jolie
i put red dots on 9 milla glocks
might make you think that you got chicken pox
got rims like a spida, weed to the lighta
its ya boy low, ima killa not a fighta
roll with china, phone off the ring
i know you hear the hook, nigga thats my lil prima
Chorus (2 X's)
(Bash)
im at the dope house smoked out, baby bash loc'd out
doin tracks with charlie brown whe broe out
he choked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
went to see his wife and his daughter and his mijo
the game is so frio, now he tippin Styrofoam
said he gotta be right back before th lights is on
buts its al gravity, learn from tragedy
just to let you konw cold tem batches be
cause when it comes to the jealous man it gets messy
i fuck around and gotta turn into some joe pesci
i pimp the blood out ya mama and ya loved ones
sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins
and guaranteed that you wont say nada
radio or not, man you still dont want no brrr--aa, brrr--aa
and thats the really realest shit i ever spoken
dot get twisted mayne, dope house is still open
[South Park Mexican:]
Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas
& when we get home bitch you fittin' to cut my grass
In my cutlass, 1982
My baby mama tell me Los I ain't afraid of you
Fuck you durin' 15 percent of all my skriller
Man that's the mother of my children I can't **** ***
So I break bread & proceed to get head
From a blonde bitch but her pussy hair red
Strawberry patch got my back scratched up
These other niggas rappin' but they can't catch up
I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord
Peace to Filero representng Freeport
I'm a rock the casper, cold as Alaska
I'm sipping on a twoza & a 12 ounce shasta
Docha Cabanna on my Nana Republic
I keep my shit rugged cause the real niggas love it.
What's the rock cooking? Nah I'm cookin' rock
Got my bitch workin' at the ass naked spot
I'm a bunny hop my new drop out the shop
Peace to Big Chief from the what, Rap-A-Lot
I'm a hoggin' dog while I creep in the fog
Pull out my dick & tell my bitch I need a job
If you want service, I'm at one eight hundred Murders
Flippin' chickens while you niggas flippin' cheeseburgers
I'm sippin' on Durbas, wetter than some surfers
Man I'm so bad I should join the fuckin' circus
Snatchin' hoes purses, hope my luck reverses
I'm a take the 2 piece with the biscuit from Churches
No way the churches could ever clean my paper
Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad I don't hate you
Soy Carlos Coy ese vato es bien loco
17 ki's & started off with 1 ocho.
[Chorus:]
We kick in doors, we robbin' stores
Creep 64's, welcome to gangsta life
Packin' beams, destroyin' dreams
Sag dicky jeans, we make them see the light
In studios, with mafios, fuck jazzy hoes
It just don't ever stop, so industry, prepare for me
That double C, my nuts is all I got.
[South Park Mexican:]
I walk in the club niggas stare at me
Bitch you got something you want to share with me.
Can't we just all live marely?
Muthafuckers just wishin' they could burry me
I pull my quete, mom say I'm just like my jefe
Creepin' my carrucha, bangin' screw
Tropa F, soy el S P M for my jente
They want me on the billboard to say got leche
Remember me from Reveille, X bitch was barely
Everytime a nigga got shot cops questioned me
Teenage murderer, gat named Ursla
Chunked her & the baker she the bitch they searchin' for.
[Juan Gotti:]
Rollin' out the hood, I came from the impossible
Up a long gonna make it to a Conoco
& if I did, what makes you think I'd have the dough
Hollerin' like that, is makin' me unstoppable
I'm a drop a fool & let him feel these things
Ghetto vero pack a fero show you who I am
I'm a make a change, didn't show the game
Want to know my name & you heard of me
I don't love a bitch & muthafuck a hoe
Work at Stop & Go, cool like an eskimo
Down to shovels, no & blizzard blind the game
No more dyin' this pusher just can't be in vein
I'm a see it, believe it we gone beat this man
In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same
Steadily prayin' man, Diosito spread the wealth
He said Juanito ---- is gonna sell itself.
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican talkin':]
That's all I got in this, dirty, dirty fuckin' game
Uh, slangin' cocaine, uh & pack my little thing, uh
I got a nice aim, uh, it's about money, fuck fame
It ain't no shame, I'm a come down sun or rain
S.P. muthafuckin' mexicano, actin' bad one throwed vato
From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that's my mato
I rock hoes, I rock shows, I pop foes. What's the deal?
[SPM]
Yeah, I just wanna say that I love all you haters,
It's not your fault, you was raised to like the smell of shit
Us playas would like to smell the roses.
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
Who's over there?
No one said that life was fair
You haters come from everywhere
Y'all haters just because you're scared
[SPM]
Broken dreams, to be the coke King,
Everyone is sleep except me and the dopefiends
Five A.M. sittin' on the corner,
The day's gettin' warmer but my heart is gettin' colder
Sold my last boulder let the storm pass over,
Never touch my dope, I'm only the cash holder
Soldier, I sleep with one eye open,
In the land where you see men die smokin'
Let the fry soak in, water, water,
Hillwood cowboy, fuckin' down the farmer's daughter
Street saga, corner store robber,
Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama,
Baller, my block hotter than lava,
The wetback, in love with my mujada,
Papa, shit talker, they drop-uh
SPM, the rap Skyywalker
[Chorus]
[Low-G]
Which road will I travel?
White sand or hard gravel?
Fuck a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow,
I'm in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies,
Cuz I'm chippin' dope, all across the seven seas,
Low-G and the wheeze of the Vo-C,
At the ranch where my weed plants grow free
December 9, a child was born with no heart,
Since a kid, they said I wouldn't go far
Ghetto scars tryin' to keep away from Merro bars
The rudest hours, FUCK Escobar,
Entity of drodas, I roll with top soldiers
If they approach us, I bury those cockroaches
[Chorus]
[SPM]
I ain't start from the bottom, I dug myself out a hole
Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow
Now my snow crystal, my shit primo,
Toe taggin' haters with a tiny torpedo
Desillo, me and my nuts make a good trio,
I'm the nigga pissin' in my cup for my P.O.
Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey,
In every song I give a piece of my history
This be reality, they wanna battle me,
But that'll be the day, gather up my family
Packin' heat, pick 'em up like a sack of meat
Most my niggas dead, or walkin' round with shackled feet
We had to eat, you can ask these cops,
I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks
They smoked non-stop, I watched as the crack melted,
I comes real cuz I really can't help it
[Chorus]
[SPM]
Yeah this one goes out to all my players
Don't let them haters get you down man
Besides, anybody who lets a hater get em down,
ten times out of ten is a hater, I ain't trippin'
[South Park Mexican:]
Here we go.
Man! I don't like the way I did that, Filero.
Look, rewind it &... & uh... rewind the music let me try & do it 1 more time. Alright.
[drums sound:]
[phone rings:]
[South Park Mexican:]
Damn! My... my phone.
[music starts & pauses:]
[South Park Mexican:]
Hold on, Filero, let me answer this phone.
[Answers] Dope House Records.
[Jazmine over phone:]
Is Juan Gotti there?
[South Park Mexican:]
Um... nah baby, your calling my cell phone, you need to call him on his cell phone.
[Jazmine over phone:]
Oh, I didn't know he had a phone. What's his number?
[South Park Mexican:]
Well f... uh you... you have to buy him a phone first & then you'll know the number. Alright?
[Jazmine over phone:]
Oh, that's fucked-up.
[South Park Mexican:]
Wizard Of OZ at the age of 14
In New Orleans I met my first dope fiend
A rock 'n' roll king, but this was no dream
Spend so much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' 'bout the same old thing
Cause I'm servin' the white & smokin' the green
All the real muthafuckers sure know what I mean
A cut from my G's it means nothin' to me
To turn my bitch out & let em' fuck her for free
Cause I know you & you know me
I got niggas that'll front me 2 whole keys
True homies that learn to survive
Lord knows that these streets tryin' to Burn Us Alive.
Lord knows that these streets tryin' to Burn Us Alive. [x4]
[Grimm:]
I remember way back way back in the day
Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me
Uh, me & Los had a million dollar scheme. What?
Platinum, at the age of 17
But that ain't shit. Nigga. & I don't give a fuck
Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck
Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank
But lost my niggas but I'm still stuck in the deep game
Hustlin' all night, keepin' your money tight
You think you blow us up & everything gon' be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Don't make me cock my shit & put one in your life
You tryin' to take this because you hate this, bitch
You'll know when I am through just to make this, bitch
& man believe me homey, nigga I'm a survivor.
Cause Lord knows that these streets tryin' to Burn Us Alive.
Lord knows that these streets tryin' to Burn Us Alive. [x4]
[Happy Perez:]
Now is you in or out, can't be caught in between
So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinkin' of bein'
See wearin' this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing & be described as your name
Again the do's & don't's
Make sure you know what you swish
Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch
It's the up's & downs of the lives that we live
Some niggas fuckin' around so with their wife & their kid
Alot of give & take, nobody said that it'd be easy
The cheddar ain't always cheesy, the wind ain't always breezy
Believe me from here to there & back
It's all the same like makin' cane turn to crack for stacks
& black jacks to craps every bait is covered
& break the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live & die by everything you try.
& lord knows that these streets tryin' to Burn Us Alive.
[Intro:]
[South Park Mexican:]
Man let me call this boy up man.
[Numbers bein' dialed:]
Man your boy doin' bad.
[Line Ringing:]
[Juan Gotti on phone:]
Dope House Records.
[South Park Mexican:]
What up Gotti? Say man I need a ride to the weed house man.
[Juan Gotti:]
For sure homeboy I'll be right there.
[Chorus:]
I Need A Sweet
With short red hair
& when I Need A Sweet
I need it to be there
I Need A Sweet hear what I say
A killer sweet to get me through the day.
[South Park Mexican:]
I Need A Sweet
So I can blow
A $40 sweet
Full of indo
I got a buzz
Uh huh that's what I does
I put diamonds on my daughter's hair brush in these times of hate & pain
We need a remedy
To get us out the rain
Jealousy, a little greed
I've been thinkin' of what i need
Purple leaves
With crystal flakes
If it's not hydro
Please get that out my face
2 25 for a half of OZ
In the club, with my home boy Joey T
My son's project, was in the school arena
Cause I made a bong out this old steam cleana "Ya mon".
[Chorus:]
I Need A Sweet
With short red hair
& when I need a sweet
I need it to be there
I Need A Sweet hear what I say
A killer sweet to get me through the day
"Help me out"
I Need A Sweet
I really do
I Need A Sweet.
Can I smoke with you?
I Need A Sweet
To get me right
I Need A Sweet everyday & everynight.
[Angela Perez:]
I Need A Sweet
To calm my nerves
A swish of sweet
Filled with killer herb
I wanna fill it roll it hit it smoke it hydroponics what I blow it
Don't matter what time
I just wanna get high
The way I feine better think it's upscene
Always wanna smoke like a damn chimney
Muthafuckers call me miss big chi
But I don't give a fuck cause I love my weed
Step up in a club to the VIP
All the fuckin' baller's like up your sweet
Yet everybody know I'm make it hot
Me & Mary Jane that's all I need.
[Baby Bash:]
I need a S to the W double E T
You smoke wit Baby Beesh don't tell the police
Cause I'm on that paper man that's wrong
Caught with a sweet & a fat O zone
If you want that doe
I got a boat load
My girl got my baby mama in a choke hold
Smoke till my eyes turn Japanese
Me & Carlos lit half a tree
Now I don't pimp or jigalo
I blow big indo with my niggaros
Got a mouth full of cotton cause I'm off green butter
Marijuana man
I lover her
[South Park Mexican:]
This some good ass weed Beesh.
[Baby Bash:]
Ain't it though?
I wonder if they gon' play this on the radio
I hope so I need to pay my rent
Now split that sweet down the middle pimp.
[Chorus:]
I Need A Sweet
With short red hair
& when I Need A Sweet
I need it to be there
I Need A Sweet hear what I say
A killer sweet to get me through the day
"Help me out"
I Need A Sweet
I really do
I Need A Sweet.
Can I smoke with you?
I Need A Sweet
To get me right
I Need A Sweet everyday & everynight.
I Need A Sweet everyday & everynight.
[South Park Mexican:]
Man that was some good ass weed bro.
I'm feelin' good
Uh huh my name is 'los
Dope House Records.
Forever run this shit.
You want a freestyle over this beat then do that partner.
I'm a shout to all my killers, dealer's & sippers.
What up Hillwood?
Tio, Adrian, Pain, Al D, Carlos Clark, Huet, Dum-Dum the phenomenon, Donnie Burns, Cricket Pluck, Ronnie Clark.
Low Sampay, man, spider, what up hum? Staying sucker free huh?
Botany Boyz, Street Millitery, what up Black? Big Daz, this my family forever. I got yo' back.
C Dil, sunny side gettin' money player. Prinist, rest in peace.
What up Lil' Scottie? Jimmy Green, Hoofy Pumpkin, what the deal D Rid?
Lil' Courtney, Del wood bell, Ace Deuce, mad haver, Lil' Anthony, True Hustlaz, keep your head up Bobby.
Tim Gaye, dumpin' on these hoes we Woodson 'N' Worthin' partner
Cloverland, South Acres, the Village.
All my boys ballin' out that North side.
Done deal records, candy man, jelroud, greenspoint, all my real mexicano's
No gangs, no clicks, no sense, no colors.
Just brown skin & green paper.
All my down ass asins.
All my Indians.
All my down ass white folks.
My neighborhood is jet black.
But they had love for the only wet back.
Diva Laraza, homeboy. Juan Gotti, my boy Coast, Rasheed, Low G.
Baby Beesh, what up playboy?
All my beautiful girls, get that money, baby, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' your damn song.
But if your snortin' & poppin' you ain't doin' right.
Keep it real mami.
Fat Money Records. Block a thief, work it out, man.
All my brothers in Shut 'Em Down Records. Universial Records, this one's for you.
The twins, Shadow & Grimm, South East baby.
True soldado's, my partner Uchie. Powda. What's up mama?
Screwston TX, my city.
What up Trevino? Big Bert, DJ Lobo. Mark Romo.
Man, my homeboy Jovanni, Jimmy & JC.
Pete man Requis. Marilyn, Ayana, Asia, Tomohawk, Sam, Face, Chris Hernandez.
Pete & Red bird, Happy P. Nice track homito.
Russell Lee, keep bangin'. Fat Joe & Mach.
Big Pawn, what love.
DJ Laz, E-Dub, Kool-Aid.
& for you radio stations that hate, fuck you prejudice bitches, the more you hate on something the stronger it get's.
So thank you for makin' us so strong. 'Cause it just don't quit.
DJ Screw, I miss you.
I got 30 seconds to finish this album.
If I forgot just because I'm high forget a fool.
Forgive me. What about Wreck Shop Records?
4 Corner Hustlaz, Kumbia Kings, Mikey.
Chavez, my boy James Huva, Los Marijuano's.
My mom, my wife, my children, my familia.
& never will I forget to thank God.
& Oh yeah my brother Toodie & his family.
My Dad, my director Jonathan, watch out for my new movie called Hustle Town.
The day has come, we just gettin' started, baby.
I wanna say hi to my little girl Carly Amor. I love you mami.
To all the kids.
What up Lil' Danny, Anthony? All my nephew's & niece's.
You can be anything you want to be, remember that.
To Christina & Tre. Just don't never let money change you.
Yeah! Aqui estoy de estados unidos
Solo escucha mis sonidos
Soy jugador, soy mafioso, soy de la calle, soy pobre, naci como el cobre, desde texas, desde loanstar state, every way
Mississippi, luciana los estados unidos eh ley!
White te play! ya sabes, mis to mis familias de luna, los perez, barron, pool, los salas, flores ya sabes... somos los Mejores, ya sabes, para todos mis vatos de los barrios de chicago, de honduras, tegucigalpa, mexico, michoacan!
4X Todo lo querio aser es estar con Mi Ruka.
No hay manera de esplicar lo que siento
Mi corazon es una prision
Trataste de meder conmigo
Mataste una tentacion
Te quedaste judido y sorprendido
Soy rapero, maton, jugador, y bandito
De ciudad a ciudad
El mas querido, el mas odiado
Pero soy latino 100% soldado
Agrabado, bow wow wow
Es el mojado, pero dicen que soy delinquente
Porque tengo un quete; fumo un puro; bebiendo el president
I bought that shit en los Sapas, Triguado y Vicente
Pero ese es mi gente
Me vale mars soy descratado maton
Como Resendes.
4X Todo lo querio aser es estar con Mi Ruka.
Macabro, suelto en la ciuda
Robando por nesesidad
En mis ojos no ay piedad
Atackando con mi matraka
Aver homes suelta la baka
No hay amor en mis palabras
Y en mi pensamiento hay terro
Please no me mates por favor
De doy un cuetaso antes que te de la mano
Y aveses me prengunto que aria si no estuvira marijuano
Diezisiete ballas en mi cuete tambien AK-cuarenta siete.
Con que cres que de metes?
Con los perez, y si traspasas te mueres
Eres chapete, de hago en pedasos con mi machete
Mi casa es la esqina, mi mujer es manina n who pay my bill es COCAIÑA.
X4 Todo lo querio aser es estar con Mi Ruka.
Baah baah! No te metas con nosotros
Aqui estoy en el estudio
Haciendo cansiones desde el corazon
Dejales que d es un juego
Tratale si quieres homes
Ya sabes donde estoy, en horm
En el segundo barrio homes!
De alla de donde somos nostos los pelones, los pobres, los que rapiamos, buscamos, le hacemos a otra manera.
El flaco el snoop dogg, el rob, el south brow, my girl & su better, ya sabes...
El Carlos coas... ya tu sabessss... la familia... es primero homes... en el año 2000 no te vayas a dormir!
The Dope house, got it snowin' in the summer
Drug runner, fuck the, "I'm-a gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit's called, "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba"
I smoke her 'cuz I love her, bought a Danny Glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother
From the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible products
My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush
I'm-a keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four p.m., call me Los Kevorkian
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane
In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices
The Coys is a family who didn't have much
Except the love of a single Mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was first on the block and last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran
Lift my name against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like
Shit's the same born loser, V-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission, man
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane
Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven
Got a fiend on the pipe and arrested him for resin
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a base head
'Cuz I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick
Backstreet legends, the World feel my presence
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas
You can keep the Lexus 'cuz I bought two Benzes
On the microphone I break you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think, the shit I wear, the shit I drink
The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' joto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
[South Park Mexican talkin':]
Hustle Town my city man!
Born & raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mother's
Raisin' men in a big city
I know it's hard
Let 'em know what's up Filero.
[Verse 1: Filero]
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin' 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimp
Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday
So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane
But Mom don't worry my teck protect well
I told you one day this rap shit gon' sell
'Cause my heart been broke from the start
Since the day my father died when I was 7 in the park
So I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes & kick do's
& if I kill well than that's just how this shit goes
Pull yo' strap.
What am I supposed to sweat?
This the 3rd time today that I come close to death.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.
[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
Set 'em up
Wet 'em up
Etceteras
Tell your treasura
Empty the regista
Shit serious
I'll give your life a period
Well here he is
It's The kid with experience
Don't start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light.
Who die?
Tonight
Maybe over 2 dice
Maybe 'cause he blew fry
On top of ya
With that Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlaz
Beat the draws off of ya
Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope House Records step into my office.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.
[Lord Loco talkin':]
It's your boy Lord Loco.
You Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
We talkin' about There's alot of frauds out there. You know what I'm sayin'?
So What you think 'about these fraud ass niggas Los?
[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]
You Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke & split
I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause
Wit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition
You other fuckers make me laugh
You's a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits
I fight devil's like you wit a crucifix
Ruthless shit
With a shotty
Take your body
Gun Kung Fu
Mixed wit AK Karate
I'm sorry but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marty
Stay Brown like Charlie.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
[SPM:]
Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.
dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished
don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up
none left known for car theft but in the kitchen im the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
[Rasheed:]
Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye,
maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie.
Im the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town,
SP low G ain't no holding us there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch,
you can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell,
like I told my bitch if im ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real,
but say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say.
All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I forgot im in this bitch all alone.
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
[SPM:]
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror
17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.
paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater.
Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,
all day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit,
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder,
not much of a converser cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor.
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
Title: Thug Girl
feat. Low-G, Pimpstress
First Verse: [ Low- G]
Course (SPM f/ Low-G)
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Girl Girl, Girl Girl
It's me Low-G saggetarious
I like the Thug Girl that love to stare at us
Platnium nails with a matching skirt
Thug Girl I can make you cucci hurt
She rolls with the click bad attitude
The bitch getting right cause she high to
Heard you and your crew been talking shit
She gots a 25 with an gangsta click
Baby girl you make it feel soooo damn
Good riding my dick chunckin up your hood
She like the girls that kick the freestlye verse
In the club you pack my gack in yo purse
She got the nuts on every G i know I love when you holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be
on your side when you need my help
Thug Girl living in a gansta world
Chorus (Low-G)
Thug Girl your the reason why
I love you so
I don't want you to go
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Girl Girl, Girl Girl
2nd Verse (SPM):
Well I like the Thug Girl with the big brown eyes
SPM baby on the rise
She got fersache and a big gold chain
Driving outta state with my cocaine
She know how to roll big fat sweets
Holla nigga, you can smoke if you match me shoot big dice
Jam spice crew eat food with the hands and treat guyz rude
I do it for you cuz you care about me
When I was locked down in Harris county
Putting money on my books for my for my comercery
All my broke homies at home watching Jerry
I Told her I was hooked on Miss Mary
She said she had a boyfriend that she wanted me to burry
From there we hit it off and I must admit
Thug Girl thuggin and I'm loving it
Chorus
Third Verse (Pimpstress):
Well I'm that thug that you can't resist
Crazy ass bitch i was made for this
Got a house full of dope
Million dolla crib, nena ross giving birth to 17 kids
Can you fit when you get extra clip on my hip
Holla tits let it zip all through your shit
If you pass the cementary on main and 5th
You can see a collection of my greatest hits
Having zipped ondrary under contrary
If you feel me then holla already
Some of you broads become old new
Getting tagged team and erected up by who knows who?
Well rule #1 you wanna touch for fun you get touched by gun
Till you fuck with son huh?
I unload more till outta control
Cuz when the sun goes down it a mother fucking jungle
chorus (3x)
Thug Girl your the reason why
I love you so
I don't want you to go
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thug Girl
Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl, (Thug Girl)
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
Quarta key down to a oz down to a 20
To a motha fuckin' stoned G
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
L-b down to a k-p down to a oz down
To swish a sweet
To all my ladies in the world, all my fishes in the sea
To all my niggas who got them gurls that are stuck on currency
I do not know what it feels like to let 'em take all yo paper
'Cause I ever did I be a captain saver
Let me show you how I take a one head to know a paper
Let the girl be done didn't even show a paper
She's a home maka baken cookie baka makin crunk love
While we watchin' Rickie laka not
A heart braka but a body stumulata one that ease yo mind
The time we smokin' a pound, we tockin' let it go
We loose control, smoke this dope while we kick it and
If you are a stuck up hoe then bitch, you better get with it
Several times, several nights but you make my money rise
All my fo's you despise and you got me hypnotized
But I'll tell you what though, I'm stuck on curva
See that woman cursin' me I like them certain things, I wanna
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
Quarta key down to a oz down to a 20
To a motha fuckin' stoned G
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
L-b down to a k-p down to a oz down
To swish a sweet
When I saw you in the club, girl, lookin' so fine
I knew I had to get closer to bump and grind
Then I whispered in yo ear, “Are you busy right now?”
You sed no slip, me a kiss and said come on down
So I could see you shake that ass girl make it
Bounce as I stack all my cash we be blowin' an ounce
So let's keep it a secret, keep it under the cover
Don't tell a single soul not even yo motha
See all these Chulas in my city comin' through real
G string panties and shiny white grills, mini skirts
See through shirts, hey, look so cold it hurts
End up in pearl done the hurt as they run up in hurts
As I swang and I swerve I check
Hoes like a curve getting head, sippin' syrup
Pussy pueblo and herb
Girl, do what you do and let me get you soaked
As you ride, caress, suck and stroke
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
Quarta key down to a oz down to a 20
To a motha fuckin' stoned G
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
L-b down to a k-p down to a oz down
To swish a sweet
She better be down the ride and I get high like for me
Sell dope like lottery from pottery to powdery
Do you see what I see on the count of 1-2-3
She jump on the count of 2 and beat me to the g
I got a thug that holla what we bud in the club
Shakin' butt while I'm on stage showin' me luv
She seems to be the one that momma warned me 'bout
Do you know how mijinos do it down south
Gang bangas set of trippa, paraken flippa, wood grain clippa
Pre methodain zippa, clippa [unverified] bitch run the lippa
And if she go to battle, she be sinkin' yo shippa
Don't trip 'cause
'Cause she flips dub
Baby, give me no and catch a quick buzz
Don't trip 'cause, 'cause she flips dub
Baby, give me no and catch a quick buzz, a quick buzz
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
Quarta key down to a oz down to a 20
To a motha fuckin' stoned G
Home maka cookie baka
I need a woman that can shake and baka
L-b down to a k-p down to a oz down
Phat Money Records
SPM baby
Putting it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records
Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?
[Chorus (2Xs)]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out of jail
I'm rolling H-town South Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so deep
We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said 揕et me out this bitch man
One of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax 揧o man I'll Catch you later
Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the fucking haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a mother fucker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a violation
Eighteen months is what I'm facing
[Chorus (2Xs)]
Im pushing weight trying to have it
Everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little cream
I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some green
And everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no bills but these niggas got me fucked up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life thing
And from the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy 揅
Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.
[Chorus (2Xs)]
SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my motherfucking best friend
Used to be broke and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose
Blasting hoes
At last I rose
I got cash and clothes
From the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and vogues
My ass gonna show
I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout
I used to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie baker
That's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain
[South Park Mexican:]
It's been alot of years I've been knowin' these boys
If I got a Benz I hope they drive a Rolls Royce
See the thing with us
Stayin' together is a must
Chunk like the deuce on my Jr. High bus
See we party since the break dance days
Now it's '99 still on the fast lane
Man I'm a dog if I was a cat I'd be in heaven
'Cause I past 9 lives back in '87
Deep in this rap but it's just like the streets
I see the same killers hustlers & freaks
I remember you sellin' white on the cut
Now you most hated on the mic hollerin' what
Choppin' up the scene
While we puffin' trees
1 family & 2 companies
SPM bring the movement let's do this baby
Skin tight homies since the early 80's.
[Chorus:]
We all around the world on the mission for meals
Keep it crunk it's for real
Blowin' on kill
Niggas already know
We gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ikeman & that Grimm in the door
About Benjamins
So the quest begins.
Who wanna step to the 3 coldest Mexican's?
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
'Cause we been down together Since Day 1.
[Ikeman:]
Los I'm thinkin' nothin' but stacks
Unless it's flippin' in 'llacs
Big body Benz's & Jags
We count hundreds in cash
So ain't no stoppin' us now
We deep in love with this pay
& all these lavish ass things
Like 18 K cardia
We comin' creased with these J's
We stayin' tight with them spades
We high rollin' we paid
We got respect 'cause we made
I'm livin' deep in this game
& ain't no way I'm a change
These busters knowin' my name
But ain't no way they can hang
With a mexicano like Ike
Soy veterano for life
In Jam Down commision they got my name up in light's
I represent for them thugs
That ride the boats & push drugs
& smoke the best of them buds
& save the rest for the scrubs.
[Chorus:]
We all around the world on the mission for meals
Keep it crunk it's for real
Blowin' on kill
Niggas already know
We gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ikeman & that Grimm in the door
About Benjamins
So the quest begins.
Who wanna step to the 3 coldest Mexican's?
But don't play dumb shen you see the spray gun
'Cause we been down together Since Day 1.
[Grimm:]
I burn the sesses
Ain't nothin' less
I gots the S on my chest
I been blessed by my best
You know the real get no rest
We comin' through
With Power Moves:
It ain't no rules in this game
The same as movin' the caine
We move the music with chains
& that's my chase for all my paper
Plates with chips on the table
Bet them all & I'm able
'Cause Jam Down is the label
It's on the hunt for millions or billions
Ready for more
We 'about to settle the score
We world wide & on tour
I call my boy South Park the Mexican & it's on
We reminisce gettin' blown
Been best of friends for so long
Back in the days
We made the paper every gram we weighed
But now it's slammed to stay
Paper jams & blaze.
[Chorus:]
We all around the world on the mission for meals
Keep it crunk it's for real
Blowin' on kill
Niggas already know
We gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ikeman & that Grimm in the door
About Benjamins
So the quest begins.
Who wanna step to the 3 coldest Mexican's?
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
'Cause we been down together Since Day 1.
We all around the world.
We... we... we...
We all around the world.
We all around the world.
We... we... we...
We all around the world.
[Chorus:]
We all around the world on the mission for meals
Keep it crunk it's for real
Blowin' on kill
Niggas already know
We gon' ride fo' sho'
SPM, Ikeman & that Grimm in the door
About Benjamins
So the quest begins.
Who wanna step to the 3 coldest Mexican's?
But don't play dumb when you see the spray gun
[Intro:]
What's really goin' on?
My people we onna rise
If we just open our eyes
Can you see what makes us weak?
Killin' each other for a color
Right now as I speak
Understand the cowards act fools
But the bravest of all men obey gods rules...
[South Park Mexican:]
I see my streets full of hustlaz sellin' dope
Creepin' trophy trucks & buss off killer smoke
I see older folks turn away
They disgusted all the money that I earn a day
& they been busted but everybody payed for
The way they live may I be on my way lord
I make a wish, I see muthas on crack
G's gotta serve them everybody wanna stack.
Keys it don't hurt them cold blooded will it ever be?
Ain't no love you can die & still never see
That the blood that you spillin' is your own kind
Now take a look who you killin' when you go blind
All the years sellin' bricks black taught me well
That life only gives back what you can sell
& this message is colored by aspairity
So out of lessons these streets wanna marry me
& it's on...
Chorus:
We're gonna take control
Take a place out to toro
You know we got to blow
That Peace Pipe, Peace Pipe...
We're gonna take control
No matter where we go
You know we gots to blow
That Peace Pipe, Peace Pipe...
[Lil' Russ:]
Stop the greed as I proceed to blaze
& recollect my thoughts 'cause we livin' in the last stage
Of revelations doomed for a devistation
So before I die, I'm a bring about this unification
Spread love all across the whole nation
Sheedin' tears for my peers & all this shit we facin'
Cause lord knows, this mexicano had it bad
Just like the rest of my people had in the past
They been in misery sufferin' through proporty
But I'm a help my brothers through this trouble G
Lil' Russ well let it be known worldwide
So I'm a reunite mi gente 'til we unify.
Chorus:
We're gonna take control
Take a place out to toro
You know we got to blow
That Peace Pipe, Peace Pipe...
We're gonna take control
No matter where we go
You know we gots to blow
That Peace Pipe, Peace Pipe...
[South Park Mexican:]
Bandana's flaggin' everywhere, clamin' sets
Gangsta's playin' double dare, aimin' techs
Many people heard of me when I was lost
Involved wit a dirty deed wit nino ross
Homies was the full dad
I was at the party wit my steel hammer pulled back
Thank god he turned into a better man my second chance
But I don't think I ever can forget the past
We was kids playin' football havin' fun
Now we playin' 'shootin' y'all' wit real guns
One time for my dead friends I do my best
So the trigger happy trend ends
So you may rest...
Chorus:
We're gonna take control
Take a place out to toro
You know we got to blow
That Peace Pipe, Peace Pipe...
We're gonna take control
No matter where we go
You know we gots to blow
[South Park Mexican:]
Yo, yo. It's all about these Power Moves, right?
It's all about these Power Moves.
Yo, think you understand what I'm sayin'
I need to relax & take a 48 hour cruise,
Power Moves: I'm sorry but you cowards lose.
Shout the news, we done paid our dues.
It's not how I can, it's how I choose.
The South done rule,
Came up, out the blue.
I show haters hell & buy 'em flowers too.
If I was you, I wouldn't leave from around your crew
They wouldn't find you 'til the year 2002.
I be countin' loot
Climbin' like a mountain boo
In the land where dope fiends play the glass flutes.
Off in the night, at the scene stackin' green.
While most men sleep we're servin' fiend after fiend.
'86 breakin' bricks.
Got hoes takin' tricks.
Makin' hits, while I'm at Denny's eatin' steak & grits.
Bring the noise to you boys, feel my Hillwood Opera.
Cause ain't no stoppin' a muthafuckin' conqueror.
[Chorus]
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
[Bushwick:] [*laughing*] Hey yo!
"Hey yo we got your turn over here, right?"
"We got my homey T, SPM in here"
[Bushwick:]
Now it's all about team work
There's enough to feed all on God's green earth.
I reverse the game not me first.
Niggas try to act killer but I seen worse.
Feet first so get a taste of our de-sert eagle.
Wet T-shirts. I hurt people.
Eagle trip talkin' shit be irrelevant. [big laugh]
You like the smell of shit you lack street elegance.
I push bricks
Fuck hoes under the cushions.
If there's only 1 bitch, I bet she's suckin' 2 dicks.
SPM & Bushwick: true top fillas,
Mexican assassin & me, Jamaican killer.
Power's the act performin' e-ffective progress.
Remember that when you see our 600 topless.
3rd coast, H-Town to 3rd Texamin
You got 3 wishes muthafuckers make the best of it.
[Chorus:]
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
[Bushwick:] You wanna diss a Mexican? Fuck with us cause...
[South Park Mexican:]
Call me Papa Trump, or Daddy Mack-10
Back when I took cities like, Cracklin'.
The clash of the Titans, passin' my writin'
Boys On Tha Cut goin' faster than lightnin'.
My yellow hood's right past the woods
So every full moon I dance with wolves.
Used to fool with crack, now I'm through with that,
I just opened up the SPM School of Rap.
Jump for joy H-Town, the south takin' over
Like when they mixed weed with a cup of bakin' soda,
Playin' poker
Breakin' boulders
Shake your shoulders
Make you haters know this that your silly game is bogus
Can't control us
We stay ferocious
But lay the lowest, blaze a forest
My brain's in orbit
& they adore us
Great performance
I'm playin' organs
& pray the lord-es
Kickin' like Bruce, takin' all this
Now bring the Chorus.
[Chorus]
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Power Moves.
[Bushwick:] Hey! Y'all thought I was gone, right? [*laughs*]
I wanna say wussup to my muthafuckin' homies
From L.A. to New York, to the Midwest, to the Durdysouth.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [*fades out*]
Talkin' about that Power Moves. [starting after "L.A."],
Talkin' about that Power Moves.
Talkin' about that Power Moves.
Power Moves.
Hey!
Power Moves.
Come slip into my darkness
Stopless, Got Rich
Puttin' out the hot hits
With true convicts
Block this studio, 3 month blackout
Rap out the bad route & those who had doubt
Mad shouts, to all my boys at the crackhouse
Catchin' every sucker who done ran South
Stand proud, but I can't see behingrand crowds
Fresh off the back street, concrete father figure
Niggas shiver when I deliver
Blastin' hollin' "Timber!"
Talk is cheap & most of ya'll a crock of shit
I chop a brick & flip it like the opposite
'Cause all my chickens layin' 36 eggs
Got recruits in black boots that never shoot for the legs
No sunshine, streets in my bloodline
Love's blind, understand my Thug mind.
Chorus:
From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley
Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy
Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks
17 shots
Cops, swearin' to God we sellin' rocks. [x2]
[Frost:]
I stand in the sunset
Hand on my pistola
Late night redrum
Lost at Sinaloa
Down on the docks in Diego
Art Lupo in the Lexus
Movin; weight to Houston Texas
Got a chicken, finger lickin' & it's all good.
Then I hook up South Park Mex
Big green bag of cess
Hoppin' up & down like a Kangaroo
In my sky blue '62. Now what you wanna do?
We make shit move, like pounds & keys
Ain't nobody who can fuck, with these West Coast G's.
[South Park Mexican:]
What you tell 'em homey? What you tell 'em loco?
[Frost:]
Man ain't nobody who can fuck with these Gulf Coast G's.
Chorus:
From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley
Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy
Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks
17 shots
Cops, swearin' to God we sellin' rocks. [x2]
[South Park Mexican:]
Hobby Airport flight 276
Pick up the homey Frost
Let's get in the mix.
Now we up & creased out
Puffin' green Garcia y Vegas
Mackin' to a cheerleader from the Oakland Raiders
Yo Frost, peep game. Check the silicone titties.
[Frost:]
Yeah homes. Man they remind me of the ones in my city.
'Cuz I've been around the world
All kinds of girls
I'm a little John Gotti
Duke duke of Earl
ShyTown, Atlantic City
Vegas & Reno
We Latino Gambinos
& we breakin' Casinos.
[South Park Mexican:]
It's the SPM, A.K.A. Caro Quintero
Just me & my perros
Flyin' through the ghetto
With 7 pounds of fierro
El Mero Mero
Puttin' down with that hazel-eyed Guero.
[Frost:]
Man orrayos, flippin' gallos, hittin' hydros
I'm the one that's got 'em floatin' in them bayous.
SPM, are you with it?
[South Park Mexican:]
La neta.
Dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca.
Dos vatos, Poco Locos
Pachando sospichosos
Asi trabaja, ese juego
Mi palabra es todo lo que tengo
En el monté, El Coyoté
Con los ojos que miran en la noche.
Me & Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80
Chorus:
From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley
Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy
Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks
17 shots
(Riley speaking)
Pass the sin semilla
Yes we smoke it every hour...
Chorus
Pass the killa from the left hand side
Pass the chronic from the left hand
Many people come around tryin to smoke my weed
But don't, don't stand so close to me(x2)
Pass the Ganja from the left hand side
Pass the sensi from the left hand side
we smoke
(BabyBeesh)
Well now we smokin sticky green bomb
That killa weed mon
It's BabyBeesh and MaryJane
We get our freak on.
The words I'm speakin.
I don't be jokin from Vallejo, Califas to Houston, Tejas
Coughin and chokin
Here a splif, there a splif,
Everywhere a splif joint.
And I've been high everyday
Up til this point, in my life.
Mary Jane if you could be my wife
I'd sacrifice and make love to you everynight.
See you're so wet and you're so fluffy
Light green and lovely
I roll you up and kissy kissy
Now sucky sucky
Maria who? Oh!
MariaJuana I swear to God
I love you much more than my baby's mama mama.
Chorus
(SPM)
I smoke ganja in the Dope Casa
It's the Raza, down with the Rasta.
Father God, creator of the Earth
Thank you for the Mary that grows from ya dirt
Take my first hit in blow my first hit out
Do the hokey smokey til I'm floatin in the clouds.
I'm in Jamaica, higher than a skyscraper.
She's my lady. I'll never let nobody take her.
Alert the soldiers, she just got kidnapped.
Call big Swisha and the killa cousin ZigZag.
Squash the chit-chat, I've never been with that.
Riley grab the big gat... I need my chick back.
Chorus
(SPM)
I got the money, who got the gummy
Sticky green honey got me feeling like dummy?
She keeps me hungry so I'm just a bit chubby.
But that's okay, 'cuz I know that she loves me.
I'm lucky, 'cuz she makes everything funny.
Divorced Snow White' cuz she kept mi nose runny.
But now I'm happy, Mary never slapped me.
Her red hair is nappy, but it tastes like candy.
Sometimes she's Hawaiian, sometimes she's Mexican.
Sometimes she's from Taiwan or even sweet Jamaican.
I love MaryJane in any shape or form.
You can catch us kissin deep in the quiet storm.
[Verse 1:]
No nuts no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me
Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Money is no object for this killer project
Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check
You always have my back, my #1 soldado
Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato
Me, I'm rollin' in the 2 tone corvette
My 3rd wife, ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas
Real niggas eatin' MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha steal
Get your family killed, like amid-divil
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
I pimp 2 bitches Mary Jane & Snow White...
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes.
[Verse 2:]
C-Frawn, I'm a muthafuckin' face. Is it tha place?
To get my pocket, nothin' but big face
Dollar billers
See me rollin' in these streets
With these muthafucking killers
Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah
Givin' shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
So I can show there muthafuckers where my heart is at
Catch me in tha back of that Benzino
Puntin' on my C-Noes
Migga JP. Where tha fuck we gone go?
Blowin' all this smoke, Straight flowin' out tha window
I thought you knew we blowin' 2 sticks of vindo
No turnin' back bro, continue on my hustle though
I ain't comin up show
Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!
You see my at the show
Chillin' with them blunt masters
Pushin' off that green dragons stick it
With that V & soak it
Puta! you couldn't even see me
Talkin' about, ain't that Chuy from tha TV...
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos puttin' down our peoples
"Who can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos stayin' incognito...
[Verse 3:]
Illegal Amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like dots
Extensions C-Notes from kilos
As my nigga nino, he know
How to make 100 thousand dollars
A week, startin' from 0
Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A.
The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay
House of pounds then Key's to Key's
& I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...
We big ballin' that's what I'm tellin' my people
Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos
Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexican's
Brown Pround, Dino & my boy K-Sam
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon & the exsis
Chuy Loco, Falcon & Lack Mischis
Illegal Amigos, tha mexican connection
Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons
Big Ballin'...!
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes.
[Verse 4:]
As the sun goes down we begin to post up
I done cook my coke up & my dope is low punk
Don't fight the fillin' aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you live in
Street raise for combat, hollin' where tha bomb at
Fuck hoes & all that, bitches is a draw back
I go all out, walk down the wrong route
Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout
Ya'll down my padential, my padentials
I twist ya niggas up like pretzels.
Man quien soy? Carlos Coy
80 G's a month stayin' self-employed
Killin' 'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They askin' me if I'm the best
I tell 'em probably
You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish
I promise I'm a show your bitch ass where hell is...
"You can hang with Illegal Amigos"
Illegal Amigos puttin' down our peoples
"Who can hang with Illegal Amigos"
[Verse 1: Shadow Ramirez]
You got g's maan please
I'm overseas
I got the beats to keep you blowin on trees
Keep them hoes on they knees
I'm as cold as Mr. Freeze
Makin music in this game
Like flippin coke into ki's
Everyday is the same when I'm rollin on chop
Got a cop on my left so I'm ridin non-stop
Till I die
I'ma win
See it's time to make ends
Thinkin bout how I'ma make it so I'm sittin on rims
20 inches on chop
Hit the scene on the lean
Burban clean
6 screens
Biscuit tucked at the seams
Make my dreams so real
Plot to make a mil
Let these hatas know the way a playa really fells
When I'm rollin
SHIT!
I'm never gonna quit
Bout to hit the switch
So I can dip on the strip
Pull in sideways than I cock it on 3
Everybody stop and stare cause they all wanna see how we
[Chorus: Shadow Ramirez and SPM]
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
17 in a 7 7 Seville
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
Smoke gray
Gold trim
Big Daddy Grimm
[Verse 2: Grimm and SPM]
Left
Right
Than front to back
Fresh off the lot in my Cadillac
[SPM]
Done hit this spot Grimm
Where we goin next?
[Grimm]
Let's flip to the club and try to find some sex
See when I'm rollin in my ride
With my homie on my side
Got 2 sweets rolled
And I'm bout to touch the sky
High so high
Like my boy Carlos Coy
[SPM]
Maan!
[Grimm]
I'ma Dope House soulja that's self employed
[SPM]
Ya saves quien soy
More chips than Ahoy
Dime lo que quieras
De le doy
In a 100.000 dolla toy
En tontes ya me voy
Take the pain with the joy
While I bang Pink Floyd
Ship em out the box
Sip Henn on the rocks
I bought 2 clubs and 3 restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm
[Chorus: Shadow Ramirez and SPM]
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
Cruisin down the street in my Benzo
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
Swangin and bangin that DJ Screw
[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin non stop
I done wrecked the block
Chop chop
Bunny hop
Trunks pop
Tops drop
Got buys by the fly
Got rocks in my watch
I'm sideways on mine
Finna hit the Mariot
I done dodged the cops
I broke em off by the lot
Glock 17 shots
When I punch in the clock
Switchin lanes on the main
Crunk the bang when I feel
Wood grain wood strips
Bezatines smokin dip
On the interstate
As I hit the pancake
Sippin on the 8
Straight as I break my scrape plate
Keep my ride up to date
Flippin 20's when I say
"It's that throwed ese on the grind movin weight"
Pull out the shades
Shinin down my blades
Today's a sunny day
And there's money to be made
It's that 7 1 trey
Pullin out the Escalade
Creased up with them dames
And a bald fade
[Chorus: Shadow Ramirez and SPM]
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
17 in a 7 7 Seville
[Shadow]
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
I'm bout to drop the top
I'm fresh off the lot
I'm rollin
Rollin on chop
[SPM]
Smoke gray gold trim
[Verse 1]Pimpstress
My click picks your pockets,
splits tha profits,
choose the targets,
and take out the garbage,
Fill tha cartridge,
more lead than Zepplin,
tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like drums.
Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I
opened up my sliss more.
But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
looked like gelatin.
A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.
(Hook)
1-2 Better call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2]Pimpstress
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.
Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,
who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,
And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,
Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.
Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,
Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
Leave you brainless make it painless.
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.
(Hook)
[Verse 3]Pimpstress
My money flows like a runny nose,
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina .
From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras
Groa.
Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,
SPM had a fatha made of concrete,
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,
And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,
Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,
Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.
(Hook)
a child of the ghetto
know how to sleng me an elbow
i made a deal with the devil
then came up out the cevil
kilo, so f**k a hero
in my back yard
is now where my weed grow
i make the block bleed
servin fiends in need
i did my first murder
at the age of seven-teen
so now it's biziteen
imagen pinkie ring
choppen up the scene
candy coated limisune
so whatcha wanna see
i'm ballin at twenty-three
sippin down pea
this is my disteny
i'm pimpin big canton
from Houston to San Anton
my pistol grip is chrome
bustin ballas at your dome
took a trip to rome
but i made it back home
sittin all alone
i'm on the Latin Throne
WHAT!
(chorus) 2x
i'm the child of the ghetto(ghetto)
said i'm the child of the ghettooo
now weeto home boy
my people trip on the halle
my people killin my people
and we dont know what to call it
f**kin a barrio war
for the niggas who live in the?
? right at the people for who do
never can go strong as the right?
dealin' with democrates
eatin' like f**kin rats
jackin' with?
that's because your to poor to have a gat
gotta da make it better way
but your sister won't let you
trap deep in your jail cell
i be the locas who down
fools don't you know my familia
got? in shelter
i'm keepin dose in the summer
i'm rockin show's in the winter
makin somethin for nothin
now im hittin licks with some tricks
just to bring home some gravy
? on my rollex
? on my lexis
i'm keepin it real for my people
on the grind that have da hustle
to you vatos lowridein and players
that got it made
turn your life around now
and ask god for a better way! uhh!
Chorus 2x
sometimes a niggar wish
that i can get away
from the shit today
damn there's got to be
a better way
dont you ever say that you can't
get out your predicument
change for the better
cause dont know when i can give a shit
if you innocent, if you guilty and just sayin it
barely makin it and motherf**kers say
that they hate me
kick dos and batteries
get for my family
gotta ford da salary
dat little sisters had da eat
it's sad to see that tradgity
and agginy of casuolty
heard some niggas after me
and dont know the half of me
if that's the way it has to be
then god let'em murder me
standing here today but
dont know if i deserve to be
but i cant let it worry me
i gots to make my feria
my only fear is god
so dont think i'll be a scard of ya
i stay two steps ahead of ya
so ain't nobody holdin me
my boy's out here will bury ya
[Rasheed]
Wetblack.
Who is that?
What does it mean?
Lonestar Ridaz
Happy Perez
The self record
Grimm
The brown recluse
Low Genius
Rasheed
The first to be
Pepe Pepe.
[Chorus: Low-G and Happy P]
[Low-G]
Whatever you do
Homie don't fuck wit my clicka
Mi Nina Rosa es me chicka
[Happy P]
Nigga what?
Repeat 4x
[Verse 1: Low-G]
I rolla from Houston to Minnesota
I got a chola
Wit coca cola en la cola
I thought you know ha
Comin straight from Cinaloa
Ready to blowa
A muthafucka not a batta
A wetback is down and dirty for his dolla
You took the Chevy behind my back
No mi diheses in mi carra
Es slicka
Como diha con mi cuidaja
Con mucha perika
Don't fuck wit my clicka
[Chorus: Low-G and Happy P]
Repeat 4x
[Verse 2: Happy P and Grimm]
[Happy P]
Now everyday I wake up
(inhale)
Lace my jay's up
Get on my grind fool
You best a pay up
And I ain't down wit dat pay cut
My niggas will leave yo fuckin body
For the police to be tapin up
Scrape it up
Gotta get mo cuz I can't get enough
These fuckin niggas cryin like hoes when they think it's up
Happy P maan wetblack oyu can bet that
You bustin at me
And I'ma bust back ya bitch
[Grimm]
That trip you bout to take
I done took it shit the best
This what was blessed
I looked my best
I took the ref
Then took the rep
I should confess
If it ain't fo the chest
Then you ain't gonna take the test
See a man can't play wit nothin less
In the past pump niggas got it pressed
Gotta keep em guessin by the left
From the front or from the back
Gotta keep my one hundred stacks
Ki's got it unda that
Young and strapped with each hand
Since my hustlin began
See a cop and fleed the block
Anyway a G can
[Chorus: Low-G and Happy P]
Repeat 4x
[Verse 3: Rasheed]
Strategic leave em paraplegic
My legion run in Norweiga huh
In the demons
AAAAHHHHHUUU
In the middle of the night
Ya head will have you screamin
Red cream dead fiends dead fiends
My team dugga a limousine with players a quarantine
Nigga wanna go to war
Go raw
From the east to the west coast dawg
Go to war in the front door
My gina my nina rollin in the ciyo
In the ghetto betta known as the bario
Go strong
Blast long
I gets my blast on
Roll in the cast on
With a black mask on
Droppin niggas till they gone
WETBLACK
Who is that?
What does it mean?
Come to the underground
Gun tactics visit the undascene
Coats pop
Muthafucka we shot em down
Rasheed got nuts stand on enemy ground
Don't speak
Ghetto melodies
In my brain
Silent wit jack o lanterns in this wicked game
[Chorus: Low-G and Happy P]
Uh, all alone on my throne with my styrofoam.
I'm all alone on my throne with the styrofoam.
With the muthafuckin' styrofoam.
[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
I'm a fool
I'm a nut
I'm a nigga from the cut
Split the blunt roll it up
& the deuce is what I chunk
I'm a prosper
Spittin' street gospel
Baby Basherini man the modern day apostle
Lacin' up my boots
Man I'm slappin' on my spurs
Smokin' on derb
In the Burb hittin' curbs
& buy when that occurs
My music's gonna splurge
Automatic causin' havoc
Cause I caused a power surge
Wit the California herb
H-Town wit the lean
These million dollar words got me on that big screen
I ain't gonna lie
I'm in it till I die
So muthafuck you America's apple pie!
[Chorus:] [Baby Bash:] [x2]
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup
Gone off that lean & a pocket full of blunts
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup.
"Hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' 'bout the same ol' thing."
[Verse 2: Grimm]
See I flip what I got
Turn cold to hot
Twist the knot
Turn the block
Hell I hold the spot
Drop a line
Friend of mine
Spend my word on the cut
You got the time
I got the pine
Plus the syrup in the cup
Get the soda the more the merrier
Laws in the area
Steady stare at ya
Break the barrier
I'm a take care of ya
You work with me
I'll do dirt with you
We could do 2 or 3
But it be worth a few
In & out
But know we done connected the city
To the county cross state
& we break 50 50
Split the scene
Make the getaway clean
For the cream
Live the dream off the bean
& I love sippin' lean.
[Russell Lee:]
You know we never sober
Givin' money in the soda
We heavyweighters & soldier's
Pushin' big bulldozers
You know we never sober
Givin' money in the soda
We heavyweighters & soldier's
Pushin' big bulldozers
It's just me & my lean.
You know what I mean?
I'm on the scene
Stackin' my green
I done finally accomplished my dream
I'm givin' it up
Not givin' a fuck
Pourin' shit up
Happy P pass the Styrofoam Cup.
[Chorus:] [Baby Bash:] [x2]
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup
Gone off that lean & a pocket full of blunts
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup.
"Hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' 'bout the same ol' thing."
[Verse 3: Ikeman & Lil' Villain]
[Lil' Villain & Ikeman]
Well I'm gone.
Well I'm gone.
Well I'm gone.
Well I'm gone on codeine.
Promethazine.
[Ikeman:]
Iced up bezatine
Wit a whole new team.
[Lil' Villain:]
Candy green
Purple lean.
[Ikeman:]
If you know what I mean
I'm takin' the 8 with grape
I'm goin' hard it's all great.
[Lil' Villain:]
I'm sippin' drank state to state
Shut 'em down 'til they break.
[Ikeman:]
We some Mexicans sippin' drank
Lil' Villain pass the dank
I'm goin' hard in that thing.
[Lil' Villain:]
It's That vato 'bout his bank.
[Ikeman:]
Once you make it in the game
It's all the same up out my chains.
Fuck with them
It ain't no thing
We shut 'em down
We ain't playin'.
[Ikeman & Lil' Villain:]
We some South Side flippers
Codeine sippers
In the candy coated Cadillac smokin' Swishas.
[Baby Bash:]
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup
Gone off that lean & a pocket full of blunts
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup.
[Chorus:] [Baby Bash:]
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup
Gone off that lean & a pocket full of blunts
It's just me & my Styrofoam Cup.
"Hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' 'bout the same ol' thing..."
"Sip codeine
Hoes say I'm so mean
Chorus [Russell Lee]:
She dance the salsa
She dance to Cumbia's
She dance merangue
I Wanna Know Her Name. [x2]
1st Verse [Baby Bash:]:
Now every time I see her, I wanna meet her
Go up & greet her, treat her like my Mamacita
Go home & freak her
Half boriqua, half mexicana
Shakin' her knocker like an epanada
I think I wanna be your baby father.
? Como te llamas? Me llamo Baby Bash
Seen you at the club, shakin' that ass
I love the way you dance, Salsa, Merangue & Cumbia
With a touch of hip-hop & bounce man & ooh la la
Didn't even know she got a man, she gon' keep him in check
She wanna jet with a vet & it's just like that
'Cause we go hard from the jump, she far from a punk
At the bar gettin' drunk, turnin' cigars into blunts
My bonita, the one I kill sippin' margarita
I wanna see her, come a little closer Mama mira.
Vien Aqui? How cool would it be?
If you & me had some extacy, sippin' on some hennessey?
Chorus [Russell Lee]:
She dance the salsa
She dance to Cumbia's
She dance merangue
I Wanna Know Her Name. [x2]
2nd Verse [South Park Mexican:]:
It seem like every club I go to
I see you dancin' off the hook, I wanna know you
Body lookin' like you raised up on soul food
You kinda young & I'm a nigga from the old school
I hope you diggin' my style though
I drink & smoke hydro
I'm not that nigga in the gym doin' tae-bo
I hate the 5 oh, I swam across the bayou
A mojado, I only shop at the rocado
A soldado, I hit the Hen straight from the bottle
But I can teach you how to sing or even be a model
Follow My Lead down this yellow brick road
I'm a buy you a benz & dip your rims in gold
A house with a heated pool so you can swim in the cold
Trust funds in your bank for when your kids get old
Sippin' remy in the bentley, kissin' you gently
Fillin' up the gas tank whenever it's empty, Man!
Chorus [Russell Lee]:
She dance the salsa
She dance to Cumbia's
She dance merangue
I Wanna Know Her Name. [x2]
3rd Verse [Low-G]:
Who is that girl in that tight red dress?
Shakin' that ass to the right & left?
The chick's boriqua, or maybe mexicana
I see Mami, con gana, con gana
[Yo Low-G, what about them knockers?]
Oh, that's my girlfriend Esmeralda
I remember sneakin' in her ventana
Plus don't say nothin' 'cause it's right next to her hermana
Que pena, I had to leave Eselena
Or run the porno I rented to Elena
Chino desmito e prima o se fina
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the cocina
Mi esposa es latina, mi sancha la china
Y lolita la deje' solita
Letters in the mail for my girl named Raquel
A cheap hotel & after that Taco Bell
Oh well
I'm on to Orlando
Go to chica bailando el mambo
Manalo, manalo, manalo, manalo.
Chorus [Russell Lee]:
She dance the salsa
She dance to Cumbia's
She dance merangue
(SPM:)
Now spread the word
I got them bricks on the dead end streets
And watch them jump out boys
Cause they rollin ten deep
Creep crawlin the night
Ya know the deal
In the muthafuckin Hill
We all strapped to kill
Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases
Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces
How the fuck I'm suppoesed to come up
Of a shy move
Run up on a twenty and get yo ass an ice cube
It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass
Jus understand the roughness
Never cut for the gutless
Cause it's do or die
You ask
Who am I?
I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high
Eye of the public
The Brown be a suspect
So the streets taught me to be loveless
Causin rawkus
In a dope fiends bucket
My two favorite subjects were
Shut it and fuck it
(Coro: SPM)
The night shift
Young hustlers workin grave yards
The night shift
Street soldiers workin grave yards
My nine be
Beside me
Tonight we
Work the night shift
My nine be
Beside me
Tonight we
Work the night shift
(Verse 2: Pimpstress)
It's yo midnight mistress
Playa named Pimpstress
I keep it crunk handle up on my business
Queen of the click
Fiend for my shit
I'm sucked and corrupt
Sixteen in my click
From black and mop
You can't crack my style
Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile
Tonight
We whoride
In the moonlight
My feria ruka sound like the fuckin chula
Fools die
Fuckin wit my feria
Daddy streaks wanna marry ya
then bury ya
Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine
The three devils thought us deep in the dope game
So strange
True G's won't change
Close range
Left ya boys wit no brains
Street zombies
Takin out posses
Dangerous hobbies
Jus call me
(Coro: SPM)(x2)
(SPM:)
Alone in my home
Cock my gats
I'm known for my dope so I watch for jacks
Keep out burglar
Come on in
Bring all yo men let the games begin
Pumpin em in the cheek man I
Hot shots comin out my banana
Got plans like Santa Anna
Got balls like Tony Montana
Trick or treat
Feel my heat
Hear my muthafuckin drum beats
Don't believe the tales from my hood?
Come see
This ain't no joke you can smoke
This ain't no wonderland
I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand
I pop mine
With a glock nine
Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign
Be the one never
You come I come better
Bring yo umbrella
I bring the rough weather
Pleasure one pleasure
Choppin up chedder
Ya whole crew get done by one fella
This Ones for those on the dead end street
hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
the next second you can start off the funeral
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
We was Pirex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
Quick snappers the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They wanna be like me a tru hustla
cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I aint tryina brag but
fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
when hurricanes would kome id run next door
to my homies house his name is huet hodges
we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck
cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
and in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
Im not sure exaclty what my religion is
I just know I thank god for my little kids
this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
then they arrest us after we done make it big
they take our money our cars and our houses
now tell me whos really sellin the ounces
and any cash that we might have hidden
goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
Clock your change and get the fuck on out
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
You cant win there aint no way no how
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