Dope House Family Lyrics - Baby Bash

[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] 

Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen 

Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles 

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 

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 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 motherfuckin 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] 

Hoe ass niggaz, 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 flo' 

Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some 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 stout, fuck a set up and no hear though 

It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! 

[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, glass on the Prowler 

Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it 

Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar 

Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a 

This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless 

Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language 

Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop 

Jack for a key and sell that bitch 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 pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a 

Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna 

Motherfucker 

[Verse 4: Coast] 

I throw my set rounds, I been at 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 foam 

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 fanna 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 to body huh 

This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in 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 pass 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 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 

[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, 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 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 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 poppin', 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 

[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 

With the laws 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 up 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 block 

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 want us, but they won't get behind me 

Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no breaks 

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 

Hittin' scores, kickin' doors 

Pimpin' whores, 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, napping on a cama 

Got that Boomerang glow, 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 met 

Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle though 

Even that I stayed 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 choose fate 

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 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 

Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos 

My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe clicks 

Nate at the club dancing with a glow sticks 

[Chorus] 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's rep... 

[Pain interrupts chorus] 

[Bridge one: 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 fucked 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 till I die 

With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high 

Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this beat 

Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up 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 its fuckin' with my brain 

Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceiling 

Looking out the window another neighborhood killin' 

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