Dope House Family (chopped & Screwed) Lyrics - South Park

[Juan Gotti: Verse 1] 

Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen 

Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles 

Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos & Corpus 

Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin 

Texas made Mexicans north of the border 

Land of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo. 

Muthafuckers 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 ballers fight for the rebound 

B-Town to muthafuckin' 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 88 cowboys ridin' on horse back. 

Top that! The Mexicans all that 

Strike like a snake & attack like a bobcat. 

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[Baby Bash: Verse 2] 

Hoe ass niggas, there ain't nothin' worse 

They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse 

& I'm still on the search, sometimes I go to church 

7 deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts 

& I speak for muthafuckers on the couch & the flo' 

Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the dough 

But you already know, if you got big pelota's 

Anybody now a days, might be the chota's 

A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police 

& he'll beat the dop shit out your nephew & niece 

If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' & singin' 

I'm a call the whole squad & some heads gon' be ringin' 

I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up & no hear though 

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

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[Chorus: Carolyn:] 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's represent 

Turn up your deck 

Dope House click came to wreck. 

[South Park Mexican: Verse 3] 

Money & the power, glass on the Prowler 

Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it 

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

Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for real'a 

This for my gangsta's 45 stainless 

Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign language 

Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop 

Jack for a key & sell that bitch for half off 

Rollin' with my comrades 

Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought Lac's 

Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's 

Some Newports 

Tap tap Too $hort, 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. 

Muthafucker. 

[Coast: Verse 4] 

I throw my set rounds, I been at up's & down's 

Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds 

Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all about mine 

Money paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta count mine 

Cause I... 

Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone 

Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam 

She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown 

& learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone. 

Fuck bein' broke! Come on 

I'm finna take ya to the spot where the homie's roam 

We surely don't take no shit from nobody 

So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh 

This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison 

We been with our religion, where I'm livin' 

We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here 

We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no justice here 

My hood. 

[Chorus: Carolyn:] 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's represent 

Turn up your deck 

Dope House click came to wreck. 

[Lucky Luciano: Verse 5] 

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 

Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off medicine 

Johnny pay checks slash player made Mexican 

There's my introduction, now let me start stuntin' 

Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' 

Up like crack, Luck strike back 

Wreckin' all these mic's got my money on stack 

Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed alright 

Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much Sprite 

I'm a tip stacker, swang a big Lac'a 

Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma 

Addicted to Henne & that strip club shit 

Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch! 

Sent to wreck & get a check 

Turn up your deck, this dope 

We iced up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's. 

[Powda: Verse 6] 

7: 24' I be sackin' them digits 

Cause I'm a hustle 'til I die & I'm in it to win it 

Makin' my paper independent, got 7 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 whatever you need & puff, now holla at me 

Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these verses 

I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it 

& I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big body 

They be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi 

So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me 

I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on screens 

& I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease 

Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot grease 

& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old shit 

Another day, another dollar, another case to catch. 

[Chorus: Carolyn:] 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's represent 

Turn up your deck 

Dope House click came to wreck. 

[Rasheed: Verse 7] 

Philly to South Park met him at Hillwood 

Graduate 88, 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 

Riddla' standin' On Da Roof 

Drop the flows in the booth 

& drop the top on the coupe 

Ain't no stoppin' the dude 

My team makin' currency 

Got 'em screamin' Dope House out in Germany 

Rasheed number 1 soldado 

Puffin' on an avocado 

With my foot up on the throttle 

& a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low 

Solo' fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough 

Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like block 

Throw your hood up, throw your hood up 

Let it drop! 

[Grimm: Verse 8] 

Cadillac driver, up & down the slab maine 

Cousin, man is nothin' 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 doin' 90, all gas no breaks 

Fuckin' with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced 

Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick 

Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homey shit 

Most the time we loadin' clips 

Otherwise we holdin' chips 

Hittin' scores, kickin' doors 

Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips 

So we dip stun & we slide to them Screw tapes 

Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit case 

Drop it in a cool place 

Everything's gravity 

This is for streets 'cause my hood is my family. 

[Chorus: Carolyn:] 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's represent 

Turn up your deck 

Dope House click came to wreck. 

[Quota: Verse 9] 

You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip 

Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it flip 

I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max 

I see the federal for my stash, my Beretta on my lap 

'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles just this summer 

Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama 

Got that Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot 

Is comin' right back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot 

Listen, it's only me I got a million dollar corner 

Fed's tap my house phone & they still out of order 

I'm the son of a preacher man, mama knows I'm thuggin' 

& 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 & 8 ball, hit the block runnin' 

Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin' 

& it's too late. 

[Low-G: Verse 10] 

My homey died & the cops called it drug related 

I was standin' right there when his mother fainted 

& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate 

I grabbed my nina & made that bitch lose weight 

Since 88 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 Hondura's 

Nothin' fake about my life except my car insurance 

Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress 

Nothin' positive about me, except my piss test 

I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs 

While other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets 

& I'm known all across the ghetto's 

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

My chrome spits & I know to chase hoe clicks 

Nate at the club dancin' with a glow sticks. 

Throw your hood up 

All my G's rep... 

[Pain interrupts chorus:] 

[Breakdown 1: Pain & Carolyn] 

Pain: Carolyn. 

Carolyn: Yeah what? 

Pain: Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song. 

Carolyn: Oh. You mean one at the end of the song? 

Pain: Yeah, everybody's already done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family. 

Carolyn: What you mean everybody? What about mine? 

Pain: Girl you don't know how to rap. 

Carolyn: 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. 

Carolyn: Just tell me when to come in. 

Pain: Right... right... now. 

[Carolyn: Verse 11] 

I ain't gon' lie Dope House 'til I die 

With my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' high 

Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these beats 

Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my speech 

Comin' out the H, where they bake cakes 

I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your mama makes 

I need a little space, Texas is the place 

Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a represent my race 

New to the scene, but not to the game 

Blowin' purple skun & is fuckin' with my brain 

Tryin' to stack change, up to the ceilin' 

Lookin' out the window another neighborhood killin'. 

When will they chill? I don't really know 

Keepin' my mind on a 6 double O 

Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in paint 

Just can't stop like a car with no brakes. 

Okay! 

Pain: Man you wrecked. 

Carolyn: I told you fool.