Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught 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
[Verse 2: Baby Bash]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 my self 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!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck
[Verse 3: SPM]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'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound 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 represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker
[Verse 4: Coast]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
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]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
There's 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 (puffing sounds) 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
[Verse 6: Powda]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
[Chorus]
[Verse 7: Rasheed]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!
[Verse 8: Grimm]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
Haha
[Chorus]
[Verse 9: Quota]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
[Verse 10: Low-G]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
[Chorus]
Throw your hood up
All my G's rep...
[Pain interrupts chorus]
[Bridge one: Pain & Cee][Pain:] Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah what?
[Pain:] Uhm... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's
The whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try,
But if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
[Cee:] Just tell me when to come in
[Pain:] Right... right... now
[Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez]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 and it's slurin up 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
New to the scene, but not to the game
Blowin' purple skunk and it's 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!
[Jaime:] Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I told you foo
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught 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 [Verse 2: Baby Bash]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 my self 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! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM]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'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sound 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 represent'a Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast]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 [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano]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 There's 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 (puffing sounds) 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 [Verse 6: Powda]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 [Chorus] [Verse 7: Rasheed]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! [Verse 8: Grimm]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 Haha [Chorus] [Verse 9: Quota]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 [Verse 10: Low-G]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 [Chorus] Throw your hood up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts chorus] [Bridge one: Pain & Cee][Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what? [Pain:] Uhm... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's The whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap [Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, But if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off [Cee:] Just tell me when to come in [Pain:] Right... right... now [Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez]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 and it's slurin up 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 New to the scene, but not to the game Blowin' purple skunk and it's 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! [Jaime:] Man you wrecked! [Cee:] I told you foo Explain Request ×
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