[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]Razaville Texas, Houston to McAllenDeep in San Anto, Screw Rich y VallesRollin' through Dallas, Boritos, and CorpusOdessa, Laredo, the Locos in AustinTexas made Mexicans, North of the borderLand of the Free, Smoking weed with my GordoMotherFuckers laid back in your CadillacLet me jump on this shit like back to backStay Real for Life, roll down SouthFor the WreckShop, for the HomeTown CrowdMy Alias, is that Go Hard MexicanFlowin' through your veins like MedicineWanna be Down, On the H-TownReal Ballers Fight for the reboundB-Town, to motherfuking G-TownCreep around everybody G outCan't see how, you can dawg me outMake me out, Take me outDeep South, my Hood got more slackThan 88 cowboys ridin' on horse backTop That, the Mexicans All ThatStrike like a snake, and attack like Bobcat[Verse 2: Baby Bash}Hoe Ass Niggas, aint nothing worseThey do it for panurch, but I do it for the purseAnd I'm still on the search, sometime I go to churchSeven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirtsAnd I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the floorCause a Mexican like my self is out for the doughBut ya already know, if you got big pelotasAnybody now a days, might be the chotasThat young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with policeAnd the beat the dog shit out your Nephew and NieceIf they ever get the Snitching, Yelling, Telling and SingingIma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringingI'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and a wierd-oIt's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe![Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]Throw your Hood UpAll my G's RepresentTurn up your deckDope Hose Click came to Wreck[Verse 3: Spm]Money and the power, glass on the ProwlerBlaze up a blunt as I tell you all about herKilla of the Hilla, crawl like caterpillarPour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for realaThis for my gangstas, 45 stainlessThrow yo set up, let me see your sound languageSell a crack rock, steal a laptopJack for a IKEA and sell that bitch for half offRollin with my comradesBuddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac'sEverybody got stacks, some of us puff Black'sSome NewportsTap tap Too Short, even chop New YorkIf it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrupIn the pen-agena, Hillwood representaHome of the rock, inside a broken antennaMotherfucker![Verse 4: Coast]I throw myself round,I been at ups and downsAnybody place about it,My lady has soundsHomie from the Nawf side,And I'm all about mineMoney paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mineCause I...Was raised in a broken home, the groceries goneMomma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the phoneShe left Coast alone,I'm slowly grownAnd learned how to hold the chrome,My hope is goneFuck being broke! C'monI'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roamWe surely don't,Take no shit from nobody,So don't trip on nobody,Get a clip in to body, (huh! )This the gutta, the ghetto, Catholicism in the prison,We been with our religion,Where I'm Livin',We been a Victim,See we ain't just been suspects 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 arrived here to save the dam day,Fly than a pelican, leanin' off medicineJohnny Paycheck slash Playa Made MexicanThere'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... A'ight!Now mix me up some Sip,But baby don't put too much Sprite!I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'aWatchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasmaAddicted to Henny and that strip club shit!,Tell them hoes of the jump,Ima Pimp you dumb bitch!Send to wreck and get a checkTurn up your deck, there's DopeWe iced up and priced up,And crawling in Benzos[Verse 6: Powda]7, 24's I be sacking them digitsCause Ima hustle till I die,And I'm in it to win itMaking my paper independent,Got 7 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 versesI 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 15's, 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 HillwoodGraduate 88, 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 userThrow your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producerWith 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]Ima Cadillac driver,Up and down the slab, Mayne,Cousin Mayne is nothing but Supreme in my gas tankTippin on the fast lane,Chuggin on some top flight,Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light,Swangin' on them cops like Cutty that's Grimmy,Yeah they might want us,But they won't get behind me,Now I'm doing 90,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,Cuz my hood is my family!Ha Ha![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 Ima street hustler,Twenty thousand miles just this summer,Ever since the 1st day of June,I've been on ah come up,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 it,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,Cuz I know I gotta choose faith,I grabbed my Nina,And made that bitch loose weight,Since 88 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 20 nuggets,And I'm known all across the ghetto,Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos,My chrome spits and I know to chase whole clicks,Now they at the club dancing with a glow sticks.[Chorus]Throw your hood upAll my G's Repre...[Jaime aka "Pain" stops Chorus][Pain:] Carolyn![Carolyn:] Yeah, what?[Pain:] Uhm... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song[Carolyn:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song?[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family[Carolyn:] What you mean everybody? What about mine?[Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap[Carolyn:] 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[Carolyn:] 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,Workin' these beats,Sippin' on syrup and it's slurs my speechComin' 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 ceilingLooking out the window another neighborhood killin',When will they chill?I don't really know,Keeping my mind on a six double ORims dripped in chrome,And Benz dripped in paint,Just can't stop like a car with no brakes.Okay![Pain:] Man you wrecked![Carolyn:] I told you fool.
Songs by South Park Mexican
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