razaville texas houston to mcallen deep in san anto screw ritchie valenz 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 ho ass niggas 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 the 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 scout fuck a set up and no hear though it s real talk real breath make it clear ho 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 a kill a out the hill a crawl like caterpillar pour a full fo up in my grape sarsaparilla 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 pena henna hillwood represent a home of the rock inside a broken antenna motherfucker  i throw my set rounds ive had my ups and downs anybody plays about it i lay they ass out 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 phone 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 yo body huh this the gut of the ghetto catholicism is a 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 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 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 riddalas 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 out 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 pac 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 wonder 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 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 ive been on a come up got that boomerang fro 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 mit teachers taught us just say no i had to hustle though either that or stay 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 shoot straight 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 why you think the fuckin laws all up on my huevos my chrome spits and im know to chase ho clicks not there at the club dancing with a glow sticks 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 we re 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 still i die with my niggas 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 new 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 foo3