[Juan Verse 1] Razaville Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos & Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Texas made Mexicans of the border Land of the free, smokin' weed my Gordo. laid back in yo' Cadillac Let me jump in this shit back to back real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the crowd My alias is that Flowin' through your veins medicine. be down? On the H-Town Real ballers for the rebound to muthafuckin' G-Town Creep around G'd out Can't see how you can me out Make me out, me out Deep south, my hood got slack Than 88 cowboys on horse back. Top that! The Mexicans all Strike like a snake & attack a bobcat.
[Baby Bash: 2] Hoe ass niggas, there nothin' worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the & I'm still on the search, I go to church 7 deuce old school Cadillac with the & I speak for muthafuckers on the & the flo' Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the But you already know, if you got big now a days, might be the chota's A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with & he'll the dop shit out your nephew & niece If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' & singin' I'm a the whole squad & some heads gon' be ringin' I'm Dope House stout, a set up & no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!
Carolyn:] Throw your up All my G's Turn up deck Dope click came to wreck.
[South Park Verse 3] Money & the power, on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar Pour a .44 up in my as for real'a This for my gangsta's 45 Throw yo' set up, let me see sign language Sell a rock, steal a laptop for a key & sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Newports Tap tap Too $hort, even chop New If it ain't screwed up, I don't hear it Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup In the pen-agena, represent'a of the rock, inside a broken antenna. Muthafucker.
[Coast: 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 home, the groceries gone snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown & learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone. bein' broke! Come 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 This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in We with our religion, where I'm livin' We been a victim, see we ain't suspect's here We leavin' proof, that ain't been no justice here My hood.
[Chorus: Throw hood up All my G's Turn up deck Dope click came to wreck.
Luciano: Verse 5] Came to wreck it. up in the sky. Is it a bird or a plane? Naw Superman is here to save the damn day than a pelican, leanin' off medicine Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican There's my introduction, now let me stuntin' & yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all these mic's got my on stack Hold up, come dust me off me the weed alright Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too Sprite I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to & that strip club shit Tell them of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch! Sent to wreck & get a Turn up deck, this dope We up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's.
Verse 6] 7: 24' I be them digits I'm a hustle 'til I die & I'm in it to win it Makin' my independent, got 7 years in it Dope House platinum eyes, that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin' on the or I'm droppin' these verses I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it & I be 'em when I pull up in a big body be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't like me I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on & I'm a dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin' like in hot grease & it ain't nothin' new, just the same old shit day, another dollar, another case to catch.
[Chorus: Throw your up All my G's Turn up deck Dope House click to wreck.
Verse 7] Philly to South Park met him at Graduate 88, we still hood. Remember me in the 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 Riddla' standin' On Da the flows in the booth & drop the top on the Ain't no the dude My team currency Got 'em Dope House out in Germany number 1 soldado Puffin' on an With my foot up on the & a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block block Throw hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop!
[Grimm: 8] Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine Cousin, man is nothin' but in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight Grindin' shinnin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie Graimmie Yeah they might want us, but they get behind me Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks Fuckin' with your boy, get your punk ass hoe Drop you like a dope case, than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some with that homey shit Most the we loadin' clips we holdin' chips Hittin' scores, kickin' Pimpin' whores, rollin' So we dip stun & we slide to Screw tapes Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit it in a cool place Everything's This is for streets 'cause my is my family.
Carolyn:] Throw hood up All my G's Turn up deck Dope House click to wreck.
[Quota: 9] You can call me Mr. Brick, take a trip Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & it flip I'm an interstate veteran, to the max I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap 'Cause I'm a hustler, 20, 000 miles just this summer since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot Is comin' right I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot Listen, it's me I got a million dollar corner Fed's tap my phone & they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin' & 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 that I broke, didn't want to struggle so Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block Thought the world was 'til I saw the cops comin' & too late.
[Low-G: 10] My homey died & the cops it drug related I was standin' right there his mother fainted & I felt trapped, cause I know I choose fate I grabbed my nina & that bitch lose weight Since 88 with a nick in my socks I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk I'm from a place that they call Nothin' fake about my except my car insurance proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothin' positive about me, except my piss I grew up in a full of empty stomachs other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets & I'm known all across the Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's My chrome spits & I to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancin' a glow sticks.
Throw your up All my G's rep...
interrupts chorus:]
[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn] Carolyn. Carolyn: what? Pain: Uhm ... Los said he want a hook at the end of the song. Carolyn: Oh. You mean one at the end of the Pain: Yeah, everybody's already done their rap that's the Dope House Family. Carolyn: What you mean everybody? about mine? Girl you don't 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. Carolyn: tell me when to come in. Right... right... now.
[Carolyn: 11] I ain't gon' lie Dope House I die With my in the studio, chillin' gettin' high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my Comin' out the H, where they cakes I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your mama I need a little space, Texas is the Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a my race New to the scene, but not to the Blowin' purple skun & is fuckin' with my Tryin' to stack change, up to the out the window another neighborhood killin'. When will chill? I don't really know my mind on a 6 double O Rims dripped in & Benz dripped in paint Just stop like a car with no brakes. Okay!
Man you wrecked. Carolyn: I you fool.