[Verse 1: From the hood and I stood on Houston streets We stick together Cuban's links I had a nine on my waist, guns I Forty at the crib with the ivory handle I'm the rocker, Beatty Cooking and cakes B-12 to blow it up, as my coke I'm a swang'a, on my hang'a Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford I like to horses like Mustangs and Porches is my producer, leader of the dark forces Striking matches, dropping like ashes I only buy dances, if they paying classes
I'm wreckin' for my G's in West I'm wreckin' for my G's in East I'm for my G's in T.D.C As I ball in this
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza I'm for my G's in Garza East I'm for my G's in T.D.C As I ball in penitentiary
[Verse 2: Gotti] Mi esposa won't listen, keeps up missing Feliz navidad aqui en transfer states No visits, no kisses, no of the bitches No mas on T.V, magazine, and in I work on the hoes, what? Living Life a fo-five got me this job Mix bread with my foo's, Ese, Locos, and tensions, fights for the tubo House regulation, Cantones Bosses talk shit, I draw on my sobre Traded my bread dessert over juice Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no As a foo on the cool, parole set me off Four years for sho' without no date You don't feel me, you live in the free As I ball this penitentiary
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[Verse 3: Swisha Sweet rollin', pockets swollen Might a bitch and take her fine ass bowlin' Money of the colon, ain't stolen Might watch Tiger Woods at the Houston And I got hoes, even one Aryan Slagin' more white balls than the Ryan Nine with the silence, might to violence for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients And my grass is greener, South Park Beaner Puttin' dick to a famous R&B singer Blowing like a tuba, wet like a coated Cougar, I'm a balla and hoop'a Hater break'a , bloody shirt stain'a Jumping on my diving board, faint to do a Blades on my Benz, tons of friends down my seats with the cherry fragrance
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