Dope House Family

歌詞

[Juan Gotti: Verse 1] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos & Corpus Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin Texas made Mexican's north of the border Land of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo. Muthafuckers 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 ballers fight for the rebound B-Town to muthafuckin' 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 88 cowboys ridin' on horse back. Top that! The Mexican's all that Strike like a snake & attack like a bobcat. [Baby Bash: Verse 2] Hoe ass niggas, there ain't nothin' worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse & I'm still on the search, sometimes I go to church 7 deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts & I speak for muthafuckers on the couch & the flo' 'Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the dough But you already know, if you got big pelota's Anybody now a days, might be the chota's A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police & he'll beat the dawg shit out your nephew & niece If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' & singin' I'm a call the whole squad & some heads gon' be ringin' I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up & no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn:] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck. [South Park Mexican: Verse 3] Money & 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 .44 up in my grapes ass for real'a This for my gangsta's 45 stainless Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key & sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too $hort, 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. Muthafucker. [Coast: Verse 4] I throw my set rounds, I been at up's & down's Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all about mine Money paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta count mine 'Cause I... Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown & learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone. Fuck bein' broke! Come on I'm finna take ya to the spot where the homie's roam We surely don't take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion, where I'm livin' We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood. [Chorus: Carolyn:] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck. [Lucky Luciano: Verse 5] 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 Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off medicine Johnny pay checks slash player made Mexican There's my introduction, now let me start stuntin' Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all these mic's got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed alright Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite I'm a tip stacker, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne & that strip club shit Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch! Sent to wreck & get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's. [Powda: Verse 6] 7:24' I be sackin' them digits 'Cause I'm a hustle 'til I die & I'm in it to win it Makin' 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 whatever you need & puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these verses I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it & I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big body They be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on screens & I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot grease & it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch. [Chorus: Carolyn:] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck. [Rasheed: Verse 7] Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood Graduate 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 user Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the producer Riddla' standin' On Da' Roof Drop the flows in the booth & drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude My team makin' currency Got 'em screamin' Dope House out in Germany Rasheed #1 soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle & a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low Solo' fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like block Throw your hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop! [Grimm: Verse 8] Cadillac driver, up & down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothin' 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 Graimmy Yeah they might want us, but they won't get behind me Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no breaks Fuckin' with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homey shit Most the time we loadin' clips Otherwise we holdin' chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips So we dip stun & we slide to them Screw tapes Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case Drop it in a cool place Everything's gravity This is for streets 'cause my hood is my family. [Chorus: Carolyn:] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck. [Quota: Verse 9] You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it flip I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max I see the federal for my stash, my Beretta on my lap 'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20,000 miles just this summer Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama Got that Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot Is comin' right back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot Listen, it's only me I got a million dollar corner Fed's tap my house phone & they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, mama knows I'm thuggin' & 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 & 8 ball, hit the block runnin' Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin' & it's too late. [Low-G: Verse 10] My homey died & the cops called it drug related I was standin' right there when his mother fainted & I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate I grabbed my nina & made that bitch lose 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 Hondura's Nothin' fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothin' positive about me, except my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs While other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets & I'm known all across the ghetto's Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's My chrome spits & I know to chase hoe clicks Nate at the club dancin' with a glow sticks. Throw your hood up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts chorus:] [Breakdown 1: Pain & Carolyn] 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's 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. [Carolyn: Verse 11] I ain't gon' lie Dope House 'til I die With my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these beats Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my speech Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes I ain't talkin' 'about the kind that your mama makes I need a little space, Texas is the place Ya tu saves homes, I'm a represent my race New to the scene, but not to the game Blowin' purple skun & is fuckin' with my brain Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceilin' Lookin' out the window another neighborhood killin'. When will they chill? I don't really know Keepin' my mind on a 6 double O Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in paint Just can't stop like a car with no brakes. Okay! Pain: Man you wrecked. Carolyn: I told you fool.