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South Park Mexican( SPM )
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Dope House Family
Lyricist:Ronnie Lee Bryant, Alfonso David Cook, Carlos Coy, Wilson Nathan Flores, Christian Garcia, Angela Perez, Paul Ramirez, Juan Ramos, Ruben Reyes, Carolyn Rodriguez, Isaias Trevino
Razaville, Texas, Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' through Dallas, Boritos and Corpus Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the border Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the H town Real ballas fight for the rebound B town to motherfuckin' G town Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that, the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse They do it for panurch but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo' 'Cause a Mexican like myself is out for some dough But ya already know if you got big pelotas Anybody now a days might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police And all beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear, hoe
Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo, fo up in my grapes as for real
This for my gangstas, forty five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sign language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's, some Newports Tap, tap Too Short, even chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pen agena, Hillwood representa Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna, motherfucker
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine 'cause I
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone Momma snorting coke to the dome but hold the foam She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown And learned how to hold the chrome, my hope is gone Fuck being broke, c'mon
I'm fanna, take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body, huh This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion where I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood
Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck
Came to wreck it, huh Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane? Naw, Superman is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine Johnny pay checks, slash playa made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin' Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed aight Now mix me up some zip but baby, don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you, dumb bitch Send to wreck and get a check, turn up your deck This dope we iced up and priced up and crawling in Benzos
Seven twenty fo', I be sacking them digits 'Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga, that's when we finish
Man, it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean Nigga, what ever you need and puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' this verses I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big body They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch
Throw your hood up All my G's represent Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck
Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty eight, H town we still hood Remember me in the hustle town I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane user throw your hands in the air On this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude My team making currency Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one soldado, puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like block Throw your hood up, throw your hood up, let it drop
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie Yeah, they might want us but they won't get behind me Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga, beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit Most the time we loading clips otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors, pimpin' whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw tapes Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case Drop it in a cool place, everything is gravity This is for streets 'cause my hood is my family Ha, ha
Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, man and make it flip I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
'Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer Ever since the first day of June, napping on a cama Got that Boomerang glow once I throw it in the pot Is coming right back I promise, dawg, I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me, I got a million dollar corner Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook, crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle though Even that I stayed broke didn't want to struggle so Buy half and eight ball hit the block runnin' Though the world was mine till I saw the cops coming And it's too late
My homie died and the cops called it drug related I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped 'cause I know I gotta choose fate I grabbed my Nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty eight with a nick in my tube socks I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk I'm from a place that they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me except my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the ghettos Boy, you think the fuckin' law so don't pawn my huevos My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancing with a glow sticks
Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck
Throw your hood up All my G's rep
Carolyn Yeah what? Uhm, Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song Oh, you mean one at the end of the song? Yeah, everybody is already done their rap That's the whole Dope House family
What you mean everybody? What about mine? Girl, you don't know how to rap Jaime, you got me fucked up Okay, I'll let you try but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off Just tell me when to come in Right, right now
I ain't gonna lie, Dope House till I die With my niggaz in the studio chillin' getting high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech
Comin' out the H where they bake cakes I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your momma makes I need a little space, Texas is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race
Move to the scene but not to the game Blowin' purple skunk and is fuckin' with my brain Tryin' to stack change up to the ceiling Looking out the window, another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I don't really know Keeping my mind on a six double O Rims dripped in chrome and Benz dripped in paint Just can't stop like a car with no brakes Okay
Man you wrecked I told you, foo
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