Garza West Lyrics - South Park Mexican

[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 

I'm the rocker, Beatty Crocker 

Cooking cookies and cakes 

B-12 to blow it up, as my coke inflates 

I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my hang'a 

Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford Wrangler 

I like to ride horses like Mustangs and Porches 

Pain is my producer, leader of the dark forces 

Striking like matches, dropping like ashes 

I only buy dances, if they paying college classes 

Motherfucker 

[Chorus:] 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C 

As I ball in this penitentiary 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East 

I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C 

As I ball in this penitentiary 

[Verse 2: Juan Gotti] 

Mi esposa won't listen, keeps comin' up missing 

Feliz navidad aqui en transfer states prison 

No visits, no kisses, no of the same bitches 

No mas on T.V, magazine, and in wishes 

I work on the hoes, what? Living C-dorm 

Life with a fo-five got me this job 

Mix bread with my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos 

Everyday tensions, fights for the tubo 

House regulation, dropping Cantones 

Bosses talk shit, cause I draw on my sobre 

Traded my corn bread dessert over juice 

Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no food 

As a foo on the cool, parole set me off guey 

Four years for sho' without no release date 

You vatos don't feel me, you live in the free 

As I ball through this penitentiary 

[Chorus x2] 

[Verse 3: SPM] 

Swisha Sweet rollin', pockets still swollen 

Might meet a bitch and take her fine ass bowlin' 

Money of the colon, Benz ain't stolen 

Might watch Tiger Woods at the Houston Open 

And I got hoes, even one that's Aryan 

Slagin' more white balls than the Nolan Ryan 

Nine with the silence, might turn to violence 

This for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients 

And my grass is much greener, South Park Beaner 

Puttin' dick to a real famous R&B singer 

Blowing like a tuba, wet like a scuba 

Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a balla and hoop'a 

Hater heart break'a , bloody shirt stain'a 

Jumping on my diving board, faint to do a gain'a 

Blades on my Benz, tons of fake friends 

Spray down my seats with the cherry fragrance 

Motherfucker 

[Chorus x2]