[Verse 1: From the and I stood on them Houston streets We stick together like links I had a nine on my waist, guns I Forty four at the crib the ivory handle I'm the rocker, Beatty Cooking and cakes B-12 to blow it up, as my inflates I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford Wrangler I like to ride horses like and Porches Pain is my producer, leader of the forces Striking like matches, dropping ashes I only buy dances, if they paying classes
I'm for my G's in Garza West I'm wreckin' for my G's in East I'm for my G's in T.D.C As I in this penitentiary
I'm for my G's in Garza West I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza I'm for my G's in T.D.C As I ball in penitentiary
[Verse 2: Juan Mi esposa listen, keeps comin' up missing Feliz navidad aqui en states prison No visits, no kisses, no of the same No mas on T.V, magazine, and in I work on the hoes, what? C-dorm with 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 a pro, bullshit! that ain't no food As a foo on the cool, parole set me off Four years for without no release date You vatos don't feel me, you live in the As I ball this penitentiary
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[Verse 3: Swisha rollin', pockets still swollen Might meet a and take her fine ass bowlin' Money of the colon, Benz ain't Might Tiger Woods at the Houston Open And I got hoes, even one Aryan Slagin' more white balls than the Nolan Nine with the silence, might to violence This for all my pipe crack smoking clients And my grass is much greener, South Park Puttin' dick to a real famous R&B Blowing a tuba, wet like a scuba Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a balla and Hater break'a , bloody shirt stain'a on my diving board, faint to do a gain'a Blades on my Benz, tons of friends Spray down my seats the cherry fragrance
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