Jaime "Pain" Ortiz - Gangsterous lyrics

[South Park Mexican:] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Still I got thump like the boy Carmine Hold the block down in my camouflage suit Stomp when I walk & I'm stackin' all loot Bling in my mouth but I can take it out Steppin' up to me, somethin' people think about Long & hard 'til they lose courage Mad cause they girl beat up the malnourished Picked up a star & she spunt 2 nights Chilled at my crib watchin' Kung Fu fights Swang & I swung from the Houston Bet I go hard with no interruption Woodgrain wheel with the big daddy grill Higher than a hill in my automobile And we roll thick, takin' no sh** 45 on hip with the hollow point tip [Chorus: South Park Mexican] [x2] We're comin' gangsta & gangsta's how we come We're comin' gangsta & wreckin' for Houston [Powda:] Break it down, watch me clown I'm a break'em off Can't f** with this Mexican b**h from the South Under oath keep it true at all times Love smokin' weed & I love bustin' rhymes Fine dime, stay fly keep it tight like a rubber Just f**'em, don't love'em, like my sh** undercover 'Cause I'm a Hustla, gettin' mine by any means Don't be surprised, I ain't quiet 'bout where the green I like, I need, so that's how it be You can hit it or quit it, believe I will proceed Next, soon as I put cess in my chest I forget, I ain't got time, got this record to wreck My interest, myself & gettin' for me So I just ain't the of type of chick you'll be hittin' for free Comin' gangsta, better believe & respect Me & that boy S.P. reppin' Houston Tex [Chorus: South Park Mexican] [x2] We're comin' gangsta & gangsta's how we come We're comin' gangsta & wreckin' for Houston [South Park Mexican:] Yo, it's the boy Los in a smoke gray 'Lac Forever be puttin' Hillwood on the map Rollin' with 10 pounds of steel on my lap I'm a let you know that I stay about that Popped up pretty in a screwed up city Might come Puerto Rican broad like Diddy Might come Arabian or Venezuelan 'Mote control radio, 84 swangin' Mix the drank up, pour it in my dang cup My girl on the phone trippin' so I hang up Playboy status, man it's hard to break habits Go through mo' cabbage than a pack of damn rabbits 2 cella-tels, million record sales See your boys puttin' caine in your nostrills I rock Philly's, my 'Lac pop wheelies Now I'm locked up with a dude that robbed Chillies [Chorus: South Park Mexican] [x2] We're comin' gangsta & gangsta's how we come We're comin' gangsta & wreckin' for Houston