[Verse 1: Gotti] Razaville Houston to McAllen in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Texas made Mexicans of the border Land of the free, smoking with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Let me in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll south For the wreckshop, for the crowd My alias is that Flowin' through your veins medicine Wanna be down? On the Real ballas fight for the to motherfuckin G-town Creep around G'd out Can't see how you can me out Make me out, me out Deep south, my got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse Top that! the Mexicans all Strike like a snake and attack like a
[Verse 2: Bash] Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm on the search, sometime I go to church deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo' a Mexican like my self is out for some dough But ya already know, if you got big Anybody now a days, might be the A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck police And all' beat the dog shit out your and niece If they get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though It's talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your up All my G's up your deck Dope House click to wreck
[Verse 3: Money and the power, on the Prowler Blaze up a as I tell you all about it of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sound Sell a crack rock, steal a Jack for a key and sell that for half off Rollin' my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's Some Tap tap Too Short, even New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it! Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup In the pen-agena, represent'a of the rock, inside a broken antenna
[Verse 4: I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and Anybody about it, my lady has sounds Homie from the side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta mine I... Was raised in a broken home, the gone Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the She left alone, I'm slowly grown And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is being broke! C'mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies We surely don't, take no shit nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to huh the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion, where I'm We been a victim, see we ain't just 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 here to save the day Fly than a pelican, leanin' of Johnny pay slash playa made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me start and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike Wreckin' all this mics got my on stack up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight Now mix me up some zip but baby put too much Sprite tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that club shit Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you bitch! Send to and get a check up your deck, this dope We up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos
6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them Cause I'ma hustle I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven in it House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man a dirty game but yet I shine so clean Nigga ever you need and puff, now holla at me I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it And I be hurtin 'em I pull up in a big body They be following me, stalking the paparazzi So fuck a they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens And I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin', water in hot grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to
[Verse 7: Philly to Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood me in the hustle town I let the put the hustle down If a Jane user Throw your hands in the air on track SPM is the producer the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the And the top on the coupe no stoppin' the dude My team currency Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Rasheed number one Puffin' on an With my foot up on the And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low Solo, fo sho', gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like Throw your up, throw your hood up Let it drop!
[Verse 8: A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot on them cops 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 your boy, get your punk ass face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick Nigga beat your feet, kick rocks with that homie shit Most the we loading clips Otherwise we holding Hittin' scores, kickin' Pimpin' whores, rollin' So we dip and we slide to them Screw tapes in the waist line, money in the suit case Drop it in a cool Everything is is for streets, cause my hood is my family
[Verse 9: You can call me Mr. Brick, take a trip Tape a grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip 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 miles just this summer Ever since the day of June, napping on a cama Got that glow, once I throw it in the pot Is right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot Listen, is only me I got a million corner Feds tap my house and they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met taught us just say no, I had to hustle though Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin' Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming And too late
[Verse 10: My homie and the cops called it drug related I was standing right there when his fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta fate I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose Since with a nick in my tube socks I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk I'm from a place they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress Nothing positive about me, my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty While other kids was at getting twenty nuggets And I'm known all the ghettos Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos My chrome spits and I to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancing with a sticks
Throw your up All my G's rep...
[Pain interrupts
[Bridge one: & Cee] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah 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 done their rap that's the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you don't how to rap Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to you off Just tell me when to come in Right... right... now
[Verse 11: Rodriguez] I ain't gonna lie Dope House I die With my in the studio, chillin' getting high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my Comin' out the H, where bake cakes I talkin bout the kind that your momma makes I need a little space, is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race New to the scene, but not to the Blowin' purple and its fuckin' with my brain Tryin' to change, up to the ceiling out the window another neighborhood killin' When will they chill? I really know Keeping my mind on a six O Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz in paint Just can't stop like a car with no Okay!
Man you wrecked! [Cee:] I you foo