Low G - Dope House Family lyrics

[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rictchie Valenz Rollin' throught 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 Motherf**ers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this sh** like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherf**in G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat [Verse 2: Baby Bash] Ho a** n***as, 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 motherf**ers on the couch and the flo' 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 f** with police And all' beat the dog sh** 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, f** a set up and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear ho! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up` All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the power, gla** on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about a k**'a out the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a full fo up in my grape sarsaparilla This for my gangstas, 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 b**h for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's 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 pourin' up the syrup In the pena- henna, Hillwood represent'a Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna Motherf**er [Verse 4: Coast] I throw my set rounds, Ive had my ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie from the Nawf 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 f** being broke! C'mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no sh** 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 [Chorus] [Verse 5: 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, leanin' of medicine Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin' Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pa** me the weed (puffing sounds) aight Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip club sh** Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb b**h! Send to wreck and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' 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, n***a that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean n***a what ever you need and puff, now holla 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 f** 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 poppin', like water in hot grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old sh** Another day, another dollar, another case to catch [Chorus] [Verse 7: 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 yous' 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 stoppin' the dude My team making currency Got 'em screaming Dope House out in Germany Rasheed number one soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like pac Throw your hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop! [Verse 8: Grimm] A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light Swangin' 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 breaks f**ing with your boy, get your punk a** whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick n***a beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie sh** Most the time we loading clips Otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors Pimpin' who*es, rollin' 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 Haha [Chorus] [Verse 9: 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, Ive been on a come up Got that boomerang fro, once i throw it in the pot Is coming right back I promise, dawg 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 thuggin' 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 runnin' Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming And it's too late [Verse 10: 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 b**h loose weight Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube socks I been a G since you was tryin' 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 f**in' laws all up on my huevos My chrome spits and Im know to chase ho clicks Not there at the club dancing with a glow sticks [Chorus] Throw your hood up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts Chorus] [Bridge: Pain & Cee] [Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what? [Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you don't know how to rap [Cee:] Jaime, you got me f**ed up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off [Cee:] Just tell me when to come in [Pain:] Right... right... now [Verse 11: Carolyn Rodriguez] I ain't gonna lie Dope House still I die With my n***as in the studio, chillin' getting high Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech Comin' 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 Blowin' purple skunk and is f**in' with my brain Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling Looking out the window another neighborhood k**in' 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! [Cee:] I told you foo