[Juan Gotti: 1] Razaville Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos & Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin Texas Mexicans north of the border of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo. Muthafuckers laid in yo' Cadillac Let me jump in shit like back to back real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through veins like medicine. be down? On the H-Town Real ballers fight for the to muthafuckin' G-Town Creep around G'd out see how you can dawg me out Make me out, me out south, my hood got more slack Than 88 ridin' on horse back. Top that! The Mexicans all Strike like a snake & like a bobcat.
Bash: Verse 2] Hoe ass niggas, there ain't worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the & I'm still on the search, sometimes I go to 7 deuce old school with the skirts & I speak for on the couch & the flo' Cause a like my self is out for the dough But you already know, if you got big now a days, might be the chota's A young Baby Beesh, he fuck with police & he'll beat the dop shit out nephew & niece If they ever get the yellin' tellin' & singin' I'm a call the whole squad & heads gon' be ringin' I'm House stout, fuck a set up & no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!
[Chorus: your hood up All my G's Turn up deck Dope click came to wreck.
[South Park Verse 3] Money & the power, glass on the Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it out the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for This for my gangsta's 45 Throw yo' set up, let me see your language Sell a rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key & sell that for half off Rollin' my comrades Buddy & we all blast, bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's Newports Tap tap Too $hort, chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pen-agena, Hillwood Home of the rock, a broken antenna. Muthafucker.
Verse 4] I my set rounds, I been at up's & down's Anybody plays about it, my has sounds Homey from the Nawf & I'm all about mine Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine I... Was raised in a broken home, the groceries snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam She left Coast alone, I'm grown & learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone. Fuck bein' broke! on I'm finna take ya to the where the homie's roam We surely don't take no from nobody So don't on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion, I'm livin' We a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here We leavin' proof, that there been no justice here My hood.
Carolyn:] Throw hood up All my G's Turn up your Dope House came to wreck.
Luciano: Verse 5] Came to it. Huh? Look up in the sky. Is it a or a plane? Naw Superman is arrived here to save the day Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off Johnny pay slash player made Mexican There's my introduction, now let me start Blue & diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, strike back Wreckin' all these got my money on stack up, come dust me off pass me the weed alright Now mix me up some zip but don't put too much Sprite I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne & that club shit Tell hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch! Sent to & get a check Turn up your deck, this We iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.
[Powda: 6] 7: 24' I be sackin' digits Cause I'm a 'til I die & I'm in it to win it my paper independent, got 7 years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga when we finish Man it's a game but yet I shine so clean Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it & I be hurtin' 'em I pull up in a big body They be followin' me, stockin' like the So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on & I'm a fine dime piece, I be as a crease to get it poppin' like water in hot grease & it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old Another day, dollar, another case to catch.
[Chorus: Throw your up All my G's Turn up deck House click came to wreck.
[Rasheed: 7] Philly to Park met him at Hillwood Graduate 88, H-Town we hood. Remember me in the Town? I let the Go Round put the hustle down "If yous' a Jane Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the Riddla' standin' On Da the flows in the booth & the top on the coupe Ain't no the dude My team currency Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany Rasheed number 1 Puffin' on an my foot up on the throttle & a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the Solo' fo' sho' gettin' more dough Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like Throw your up, throw your hood up Let it drop!
[Grimm: 8] driver, up & down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothin' but in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight Grindin' blindin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Yeah they want us, but they won't get behind me Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks that homey shit Most the time we clips we holdin' chips Hittin' scores, doors Pimpin' whores, rollin' So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes Pistol in the line, money in the suit case it in a cool place Everything's is for streets 'cause my hood is my family.
[Chorus: your hood up All my G's Turn up deck Dope click came to wreck.
Verse 9] You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man & make it flip I'm an interstate veteran, to the max I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles just this summer Ever the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot Is comin' right back I promise, I'm blowin' up the spot Listen, it's only me I got a dollar corner Fed's tap my house phone & they out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, mama knows I'm & I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your met Teachers taught us say no. I had to hustle though Even that I stayed broke, didn't to struggle so Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the comin' & too late.
Verse 10] My homey died & the cops called it drug I was standin' right there his mother fainted & I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta fate I grabbed my nina & made that bitch weight Since 88 with a in my tube socks I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk I'm a place that they call Hondura's Nothin' about my life except my car insurance proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothin' positive about me, except my piss I grew up in a house full of stomachs While other kids was at McDonald's 20 nuggets & I'm known all across the Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's My chrome & I know to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancin' with a sticks.
Throw your up All my G's rep...
interrupts chorus:]
[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn] Carolyn. Carolyn: what? Pain: Uhm ... Los said he didn't a hook at the end of the song. Oh. You mean one at the end of the song? Pain: Yeah, already done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family. Carolyn: 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 like it I have to take you off. Carolyn: tell me when to come in. Right... right... now.
[Carolyn: 11] I ain't gon' lie Dope House I die With my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' Rollin' up sweets, these beats Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my Comin' out the H, they bake cakes I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind your mama makes I need a little space, is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a represent my New to the scene, but not to the Blowin' purple & is fuckin' with my brain Tryin' to stack change, up to the out the window another neighborhood killin'. When will they chill? I really know my mind on a 6 double O Rims dripped in & Benz dripped in paint can't stop like a car with no brakes. Okay!
Man you wrecked. Carolyn: I you fool.