"Dope House Family" lyrics

[Juan Gotti:]
Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Ritchie Valenz
Rolling through 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 wreck shop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowing through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballers fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can dog me out
Make me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys riding on horse back
Top that! The Mexicans all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Baby Bash:]
Ho ass niggas, there ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm 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 floor
'Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House scout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it clear ho!

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Throw your hood up
All my Gs represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

[South Park Mexican:]
Money and 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 full fo up in my grape sarsaparilla
This for my gangsters, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sign language
Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rolling 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 ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pouring up the syrup
In the pena- henna, Hillwood representer
Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna
Motherfucker

[Coast:]
I throw my set rounds, I've had my ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, I lay their ass out
Homie from the north side, and I'm 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 phone
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, my hope is gone
Fuck being broke! C'mon
I'm finna take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in yo body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is a prison
We been with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My hood

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Throw your hood up
All my Gs represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

[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, leaning of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start stunning
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubbling
Up like crack, luck strike back
Wrecking all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacker, swang a big Lac'a
Watching Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma 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

[Powda:]
Seven twenty for I be sacking them digits
'Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven 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 holler at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm 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 can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it popping, 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

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Throw your hood up
All my Gs represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

[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 you's a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
Riddalas standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the coupe
Ain't no stopping the dude
My team making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed number one soldado
Puffing on an avocado
With my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, for sure, homies getting more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like Pac
Throw your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm:]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab man
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank
Tipping on the fast lane, chugging on some top flight
Grinding, shinning, blinding like a spot light
Swanging on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might wonder, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no brakes
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
Hitting scores, kicking doors
Pimping whores, rolling 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
Ha-ha

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Throw your hood up
All my Gs represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

[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 I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, I've been on a come up
Got that boomerang fro, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dog 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 thugging
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven mit
Teachers taught us, "Just say 'No'"
I had to hustle though
Either that or stay broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block running
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too late

[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 shoot straight
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 trying 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 twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the ghettos
Why you think the fucking laws all up on my huevos
My chrome spits and I'm know to chase ho clicks
Not there at the club dancing with a glow sticks

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
Throw your hood up
All my Gs represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came to wreck

Throw your hood up
All my Gs rep...

[Pain (Carolyn Rodriguez):]
Carolyn!
(Yeah what?)
Um... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
(Oh you mean we're at the end of the song?)
Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
(What you mean everybody? What about mine?)
Girl, you don't know how to rap
(Jaime, you got me fucked up!)
Okay. I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
(Just tell me when to come in)
Right... right... now

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die
With my niggas in the studio, chilling getting high
Rolling up sweets, breaking this beat
Sipping on skurr that slurs my speech
Coming 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
New to the scene, but not to the game
Blowing purple skunk and is fucking with my brain
Trying to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window another neighborhood killing
When will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

[Jaime:]
Man you wrecked!

[Carolyn Rodriguez:]
I told you foo