Baby Bash - Dope House Fam lyrics

Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Ritch Vallens
Rollin' 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 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

Hoe 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 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 he'll beat the dog shit
Out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling
Telling or 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!

Throw your hood up all my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House clique came to wreck

Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about ah
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a fo-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 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

I throw my set around
I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, I lay they ass out
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 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 ya 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

Throw your hood up all my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House clique came to wreck

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' off medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican
There's 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 these 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 Henney 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 House
We iced up and priced up
And crawling in Benzos

Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digit's
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
And 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

Throw your hood up all my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House clique came to wreck

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 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 block
Throw your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

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 Grimmie
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

Throw your hood up all my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House clique came to wreck

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 been on a come up 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, it's 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' it
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'
Thought the world was mine
Till I saw the cops coming and it's too late

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
Why you think the fuckin' law is
All up on my huevos
My chrome spit's and I know
To chase hoe clicks
Not there at the club dancing
With a glow sticks

Throw your hood up all my G's rep

Yeah what?
Uhm 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

I ain't gon' lie Dope House till I die
With my niggas in the studio
Chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these beats
Sippin' on skurr and it's slurin 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 holmes, I'ma represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the game
Blowin' purple skunk and it's
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!

Man you wrecked! I told you fool