[Verse 1: Gotti] Razaville Texas to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin made Mexicans north of the border Land of the free, weed with my Gordo laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like to back real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the crowd My alias is that Flowin' your veins like medicine be down? On the H-town Real ballas for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin Creep everybody G'd out see how you can dawg me out Make me out, me out Deep south, my hood got slack Than eighty-eight cowboys on horse back Top that! the all that Strike like a and attack like a bobcat
[Verse 2: Bash] Hoe ass niggaz, ain't nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And I speak for on the couch and the flo' a Mexican like my self is out for some dough But ya know, if you got big pelotas Anybody now a days, be the chotas A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with And all' beat the dog shit out nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, and singing I'ma call the whole squad and heads gone be ringing I'm Dope House stout, a set up and no hear though real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Throw hood up All my G's up your deck Dope House click to wreck
3: SPM] Money and the power, on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see sound language Sell a rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and that bitch for half off with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Tap tap Too Short, even New York If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the In the pen-agena, Hillwood Home of the rock, a broken antenna
[Verse 4: I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and Anybody plays about it, my lady has Homie the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count I... Was raised in a broken home, the groceries snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone Fuck being broke! I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the roam We surely don't, no shit from nobody So don't on nobody, get a clip in to body huh the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison We been our religion, where I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't suspect here We leaving proof, that ain't been no justice here My
[Verse 5: Luciano] to wreck it huh! Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane? Naw Superman is arrived to save the damn day Fly than a pelican, leanin' of Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin' Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm Up like crack, Luck back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on Hold up, dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much I'ma tip stacka, a big Lac'a Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and strip club shit Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma you dumb bitch! Send to wreck and get a up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in
6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be them digits Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's we finish Man a dirty game but yet I shine so clean what ever you need and puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin on the or I'm droppin this verses I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it And I be 'em when I pull up in a big body They be following me, like the paparazzi So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a to get it poppin', like water in hot grease And it ain't new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to
[Verse 7: to South Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood me in the hustle town I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle If yous' a Jane Throw hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the And drop the top on the Ain't no the dude My team currency Got 'em Dope House up in Germany number one soldado Puffin' on an With my up on the throttle And a of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like Throw hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop!
8: Grimm] A Cadillac driver, up and down the maine Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no Fucking with boy, get your punk ass whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony Nigga beat your feet, kick some with that homie shit Most the time we loading Otherwise we chips scores, kickin' doors Pimpin' whores, whips So we dip skunk and we slide to Screw tapes Pistol in the waist line, money in the case it in a cool place Everything is This is for streets, my hood is my family
[Verse 9: You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it I'm an veteran, pedal to the max I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just summer Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot Is coming right back I promise, I'm blowing up the spot Listen, is only me I got a million dollar Feds tap my house and they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm And I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin' the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming And too late
[Verse 10: My homie and the cops called it drug related I was standing there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose I grabbed my nina and that bitch loose weight Since eighty-eight with a in my tube socks I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk I'm a place that they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my test I up in a house full of empty stomachs While kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets And I'm known all across the Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't my huevos My spits and I know to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancing a glow sticks
Throw hood up All my G's rep...
[Pain interrupts
one: Pain & Cee] Carolyn! [Cee:] what? Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the Dope House family What you mean everybody? What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you know how to rap Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los like it I have to take you off [Cee:] Just me when to come in Right... right... now
[Verse 11: Carolyn I gonna lie Dope House till I die With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beat Sippin' on and its slurin up my speech Comin' out the H, they bake cakes I ain't bout the kind that your momma makes I need a space, Texas is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race New to the scene, but not to the Blowin' purple skunk and its fuckin' my brain to stack change, up to the ceiling Looking out the another neighborhood killin' When will they chill? I don't really my mind on a six double O Rims in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint Just can't like a car with no brakes Okay!
Man you wrecked! [Cee:] I you foo