"Da "H" Still Holdin" lyrics
South Park Mexican & Dice Soho Lyrics
(feat. Dice SoHo)
(Ayy, Whitey, this motherfucker trim)
(Heyday)
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
I'm a six-bill honka and I still deal blanca
Candy on my car like the real Will Wonka
In the dope game, it be dos and don'ts
I got the rap game locked down with screws and bolts
I rep Dope House, name is Carlos Coy
I did drugs like a fuckin' carnival employee
Been chased by the jackal while fryin' on acid
Got introduced to weed after violin practice
They say that I'm the greatest and it's probably true
'Cause I'm super like that motherfuckin' bottle of glue
Smokin' dodo pot with a cholo bop
Nuts hang to the floor like a yo-yo drop
Not to mention, on the cut, I sold He-Man bricks
Wouldn't stop unless I had to take a mean-ass shit
And even in the ghetto, opportunity knocks
But it's usually a fiend wantin' two or three rocks, for real
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
[Dice SoHo:]
We doin' as our wills, need a first-class flight
Only for a night, we be pushin' hard like Mike
Yeah, them boys hatin' on me, but they down bad (Yeah)
I be in and out of bank with blues in a paper brown bag (True)
Codeine in the agua chata, that don't sound bad
My partner got some sticks for sale, let me get a hundred-round mag (Let me get it)
Fly as fuck, five outfits, that's just one day
New York tryna book us, we need thirty to walk the runway (Yes, sir)
Out here poppin' shit from Hiram Clarke to Mo City (Icey)
Got IL-dub tatted on your ho titty (Damn)
If she mobbin' with me, you know she for sure pretty
Fine shit, itty-bitty, pussy wet, Hello Kitty (Yeah)
Been all around the world, I can see you boys ain't fuckin' with me
Just left Area 29, we fucked up 'bout fifty (Frrt)
Baby girl say she twenty-nine, she from Mississippi
Double cup, I pour six lines, where my sippy-sippy?
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
(Heyday)
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
I'm a six-bill honka and I still deal blanca
Candy on my car like the real Will Wonka
In the dope game, it be dos and don'ts
I got the rap game locked down with screws and bolts
I rep Dope House, name is Carlos Coy
I did drugs like a fuckin' carnival employee
Been chased by the jackal while fryin' on acid
Got introduced to weed after violin practice
They say that I'm the greatest and it's probably true
'Cause I'm super like that motherfuckin' bottle of glue
Smokin' dodo pot with a cholo bop
Nuts hang to the floor like a yo-yo drop
Not to mention, on the cut, I sold He-Man bricks
Wouldn't stop unless I had to take a mean-ass shit
And even in the ghetto, opportunity knocks
But it's usually a fiend wantin' two or three rocks, for real
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
[Dice SoHo:]
We doin' as our wills, need a first-class flight
Only for a night, we be pushin' hard like Mike
Yeah, them boys hatin' on me, but they down bad (Yeah)
I be in and out of bank with blues in a paper brown bag (True)
Codeine in the agua chata, that don't sound bad
My partner got some sticks for sale, let me get a hundred-round mag (Let me get it)
Fly as fuck, five outfits, that's just one day
New York tryna book us, we need thirty to walk the runway (Yes, sir)
Out here poppin' shit from Hiram Clarke to Mo City (Icey)
Got IL-dub tatted on your ho titty (Damn)
If she mobbin' with me, you know she for sure pretty
Fine shit, itty-bitty, pussy wet, Hello Kitty (Yeah)
Been all around the world, I can see you boys ain't fuckin' with me
Just left Area 29, we fucked up 'bout fifty (Frrt)
Baby girl say she twenty-nine, she from Mississippi
Double cup, I pour six lines, where my sippy-sippy?
[South Park Mexican:]
South Park, Sunnyside to the Hiram Clarke
Mo City my city, stay makin' stars
Boys knowin' who we are
Yeah, the H still holdin'
Top drop like it's doin' the electric slide
Yeah, I'm at the club, that Mexican fly
Thinkin' how blessed am I?
Yeah, the H still holdin'
