Yo, yo...one time, one time...one time, yo...yo, yo. . One time when I come, two times when I'm done,. old truck like Sanford and Son.. Next week can't recognize,.
I gotta palomino horse with versace saddle. Ima cocaine cowboy with crops n cattle. Half dog and jackal pop Don like snapple. Got my first paycheck when I robbed the randall's.
[South Park Mexican talking]. Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit. For my nigga, Filero on this biatch. Yo, what's up, what's up JC. Man it's real man, here we go.
I was three when my old man left in the wind,. pushed me in the ocean, turned around and said "Swim".. That's what I did, even though I was scared,. I kept kickin', 'cause a person only floats when he's dead..
[Verse 1: SPM]. I'm in da Hill W- double O - D Texas. Got three benzes, and quick reflexes. I'm a eat me breakfast, with the Mexicans. Break dance in my cell and do some head spins.
Stay On Your Grind (oh I Know I Know I You Know). Stay On Your Grind (my People). Stay On Your Grind (everybody). Stay On Your Grind (and Can You Feel Me Yeah).
[Carolyn]. (oohs at beginning). . [SPM:]. Yo, Blowin on a sack of flight, building up my appetite. See my homies eatin and I be like "Can I have a bite?".
There's a question that people have been asking for eternity...is there a Heaven, and if so, what's it like?. . Will I see my homie Chris there?. He got smoked by some fools who shouldn't be alive,.
[First Verse:]. . All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine. And just like that, my life stopped on the dime. I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin'.
[SPM:] Man I don't like the way I did that, Filero. Look, rewind it & uh... rewind the music, let me try to do it one more time.. [Drums sound:]. [Phone ringing:].
They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead,. they say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head".. I believe in good times, having peace and fun,.
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs. I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs". I got a tight spot that sits by the sea. Three story beach house, let's throw a party.
Im meatin up wihe governa, 3 2 andthe Hillwood husla. im comin sraight out the head though,. from the brain representin my ghetto,. its a trip how they die young in the hood with my cadillac flya.
im damne if i do and. damned if dont holla fuck. the world with ma chest full of. smoke i choke on ma. breakfast the end of ma. necklace say Dopehouse.
[Chorus - Carolyn:]. We we we mobbin. We hoggin and we doggin. We creepin and we crawlin. It's time to do you all in. fa sho. . [Lucky]. Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young capo.
Uh, I puts it down. Uh, 1 2 3.. . [Verse 1: SPM]. Mirror, mirror on the wall.. Am I the purest of them all?. Am I the one to ease the pain?. Make them fall to they knees & pray.
[Verse 1: SPM]. From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets. We stick together like Cuban's links. I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle. Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle.
(One time baby...for all my G's, for all my G's uh...). . [SPM]. 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.
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place. my studio smells like ten ash trays. my nigga still gettin' too fucked up. And I'm still smokin' too much blunts.
Check one,check two,lets take a cruise. I done did the game every which way but loose. Nuthin left to do except collect my cash. And I bet that ass that the Mexico gon` last.