"Carolyn's Hook" lyrics

[South Park Mexican:]
Yeah, I ain't got no hook for this jam
Here we go, here we go
I'm just gonna let ya'll feel the music on the hooks
Know I'm saying

In the rancho everybody knows Carlos
Still writing, still fumando arbols
I'm locked up with my gente, no hay salida
Trying to finish up this book about my vida
On appeal and it's gonna take a full year
They asking me, if I wanna go to school here
At a time when a person really needs a friend
I'm thinking bout getting back on them streets again
I gave the Benz to Happ and the Vette to Beesh
I hope they use 'em to ride on my enemies
I got two left, what's up young Hugh Heff?
I heard my brother just signed up a new chef
Lucky Lu the Screwston free-styler
Ya just wishing that the Dope House would die, huh?
I heard ya boys talking down, bumpin lips
But big mouths is only good for sucking dicks
When I was free none of ya step to me
Now that I'm locked, you hoes is disrespecting me
I'll be back before you bitch niggas count to ten
But I can touch you, way before I'm out the pen
No names, I don't play that silly game
You smoking too much weed, you ain't no killer man
I bring vengeance, can't put it all in one sentence
But if there is a hell, I can show you to the entrance

Motherfucker, hold up
And this shit don't stop
I told you they can't stop it
Here we go, two verses

Everybody's day comes, I fuckin' ate crumbs
I'm not a star, but now I date some
Those who knew me, as a child growing up
See me Benz turn around and start throwing up
What you think? That I'm happy 'cause a new car
Ya'll come to me sayin', "I don't care who you are"
I knew you when you wasn't nothing and still ain't
You just Carlos Coy but on a little tape
You think you bad with your big house and fancy ride?
But a man is only good for what he has inside
So, I say, "Then why are you so mad?"
Have you ever heard of me to go brag?
On this earth I'm no better than any body
I was more happier without any money
I haven't changed not one little bitty bit
To be honest ya the ones who really did
Hating me, 'cause you live in misery
But there's other ways to take your kids to Disney
No revenge, I just want my family and friends
Fuck the Benz and you can have the millions
All I want is a worm and a finishing pole
Behind bars it's the little things you miss the most
All the parties, the clubs they don't mean nothing
I miss telling little kids they can be something
Give 'em hope 'cause I know they up against the odds
Tell 'em do their best, leave the rest to God
Man I know they make you feel like you don't belong
Can't see your own kind on the shows that's on
Little homie that's only 'cause they scared of us
Don't play me, they say 'cause I bare too much
I'm not negative but trying to be a pessimist
But your fear got you hatin' on the Mexicans

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Fuck these jealous hoes, player hatin' hoes
They fuckin' with my Los, oh
I gave you my whole life, my body and my mind
My love and my time, you know I'll rise
Oh it's Dope House that's for life
I told you bitches once
And now I'll tell you twice
It's Dope House for life, the home of the brave
These haters cannot play, you can try it your own way
And see your day
For all my Gs on lock, for those who rep their block
For those whose in the box
You know, we don't stop