[South Park Mexican:]
Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade
Gotta keep my dream down 'cause them laws hate
Out the roof deuce chunkin' 45 dunkin'
H-Town is just like Compton kick doors
Telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough
Stack dollars went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives
Acknowledge keep my lac polished
Don't mistake me for a f**in' rap artist
I'm the one that shot slugs in your hot tub
Leave your b**h a** screwed & chopped up
None left known for car theft
But in the kitchen I'm the one top chef I cool whip it
I ain't bull sh**in' turn 25oz to a new chicken
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy
Take a .44 slug, turn that b**h to a memory
Can't show no love
'Cause these hoes greed jealousy
So run them thugs
These Streets keep callin' me
[Rasheed:]
Let the bombs fly n***a we can all die
But wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye
Maybe we can talk it out up in god's sky
Rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie
I'm the wrong guy homey I don't f** around
I've been a gangsta since way before Hustle Town
SP Low G ain't no hoe in' us
I don't eat alot of sweets but I smoke a bunch
You can go to lunch & n***a you can go to hell
f** the radio this sh** is still gonna sell
Like I told my b**h if I'm ever k**ed, you'll never find another muthaf**er more real
But say Los maybe we can get some airplay & talk about some of that bullsh** that they say
All the ladies in the house say "ohhhhh"
Damn I forgot I'm in this b**h all alone
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy
Take a .44 slug, turn that b**h to a memory
Can't show no love
'Cause these hoes greed jealousy
So run them thugs
These Streets keep callin' me
[South Park Mexican:]
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller
Up in H-Town move slow like koala
20's on the prowler starin' at the mirror
17 coats to make the paint clearer
Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride
Keep a few hoes that I f** on the side
Paper chase me crib on the laker, ride through the trey, sfree wheel skater
Breaker 1-9 shin' in the sunshine my Nextel phone sound like the love line
All day service got Jane burnin' my weed is lime green like frog named Kermit
Bustin' f** the reprocaution
Blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder
Not much of a converser
'Cause I say more bad words than a computer cursor
[Chorus:]
Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy
Take a .44 slug, turn that b**h to a memory
Can't show no love
'Cause these hoes greed jealousy
So run them thugs
These Streets keep callin' me