"Grandmas And Grandpas" lyrics

[Sherry Williams:]
Grandmas, Grandpas, I wish I had y'all with me, yeah...

[South Park Mexican:]
I'm locked up just like I got the game
It don't make, put the blunt to the flame
Blow smoke down the drain, guess it never changes
Write to my babies, sleep with the angels
Gabriel and Michael, everywhere that I go
Mark-ass niggas tryna take away my title
I'm idle and calm as I'm reading the Psalm
Peace to the Christians, peace to Islam
I'm tryin' to respond from here to Hong Kong
Haters on the sidelines with their pom-poms
In my long johns with them Harris County sandals
This is for the single moms and for all the grandmas
Life is in shambles
Remain in his strength, in the face of hate hold on to ya faith
It'll be greater later, that's an infinite promise
I'm not tryna give advice, I'm just tryna be honest

[Sherry Williams:]
Grandmas, Grandmas and Grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had ya'll, with me, whoa woo-woo

[Vic DeMone:]
It's Vic DeMone on the microphone, County Boy one nigga, life is on
I write this song, for my hood and Gs, can I get my scratch and could I please
Have a brighter future, the game is crucial, just gimme the cash bitch
I won't shoot you, my ghetto is crying, my friends is dying
And all I can do is keep on trying

[Harry Pottur:]
I'm doing this time, I'm saying rhyme
If I'm here homeboy then I might as well shine
I'm the last person who would ever think about rapping
I'm sure all my family and friends are laughing, but fuck it
I'ma say exactly what I mean, my mom died of cancer when I turned 18
And I know if she heard me with Carlos Coy, she would be proud
Fuck it, I'm a County Boy

[K-Luv:]
They call me "K-Luv". Homie, it's my turn next
In the Harris County Jail with the S-P-Mex
My life goes before me like a merry-go-round
When we finish this album, I swear it going down
I got my girl behind me, I hope that it last
But I might face some years, God give me a chance
That's my last wish in a world so cold
All I can do right now is sit back and get blowed

[Sherry Williams:]
Grandmas, grandmas and grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had ya'll, with me, whoa woo-woo

[J-Soto:]
Dope House Records, where niggas will shoot
Where you don't go to work in a suit
I don't know why everybody's crazy, even the receptionist pack a 380
Talk to my lady, strong and she say we, gonna be together forever
No maybes, Jags and Mercedes, diamonds and pearls
Don't mean a fucking thing without your girl

[Ne-Van:]
If she good, nigga treat her like a queen
That's the only way you'll ever live like a king
In the scheme of things it gets difficult
No education, situations critical
Turned to a criminal, police hate me
Ghetto is a cage and the people really ain't free
I know the song but I can't shake 'em off
Pain on my block and it ain't gon' stop

[Sherry Williams:]
Grandmas, grandmas and grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had ya'll,whoa woo-woo
Grandmas, grandmas and grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had ya'll,whoa woo-woo
Gimme the cash bitch, I won't shoot ya, no, definitely not
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy

[Operator:]
You have 15 seconds left to talk

[South Park Mexican:]
Aw, dog, we did it!

[Shadow Ramirez:]
Man, I can't believe it dude

[South Park Mexican:]
Damn, the whole album, we did it in what?
45 seconds, well damn, it's about to hang up
We need to just say our shout...