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South Park Mexican - "Dope House Family"
Lyrics to Dope House Family : (feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Coast, Lucky Luciano, ...) [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 Gd out Cant 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 aint nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And Im 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 dont fuck with police And all beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing Ima call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing Im Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though Its real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my Gs 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 Killa of the Hilla, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for reala 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 Lacs Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Blacks Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it aint screwed up, I dont wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while Im pourin up the syrup In the pen-agena, Hillwood representa 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 Im 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, Im slowly grown And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone Fuck being broke! Cmon Im fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely dont, take no shit from nobody So dont 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 Im leaving We been a victim, see we aint just suspect here We leaving proof, that there aint 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 Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby Im 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 dont put too much Sprite Ima tip stacka, swang a big Laca Watchin Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit Tell them hoes of the jump Ima 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 Ima hustle till I die and Im in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga thats when we finish Man its a dirty game but yet I shine so clean Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me Whether Im hustlin on the side or Im 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 cant shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens And Im a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin, like water in hot grease And it aint nothing new, its 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 Aint 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 thats Graimmie Yeah they might want us, but they wont get behind me Now Im 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 Im 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 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 Im 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 Im the son of a preacher man, momma knows Im 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, didnt 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 its 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 Im 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 Mcdonalds getting twenty nuggets And Im known all across the ghettos Boy you think the fuckin law, so dont 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 Gs rep... [Pain interrupts chorus] [Bridge one: Pain & Cee] [Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what' [Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didnt want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song' [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap thats the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody' What about mine' [Pain:] Girl you dont know how to rap [Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay Ill let you try, but if Los doesnt 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 aint gonna lie Dope House still 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 aint talkin bout the kind that your momma makes I need a little space, Texas is the place Ya tu sabes homes, Ima 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 dont really know Keeping my mind on a six double O Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint Just cant stop like a car with no brakes Okay! [Jaime:] Man you wrecked! [Cee:] I told you foo [ Dope House Family Lyrics ]
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