Juan Gotti - Garza West lyrics

[SPM: Verse 1] 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 cla**es Motherf**er [Hook] 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 [Juan Gotti: Verse 2] Mi esposa won't listen, keeps comin' up missing Feliz navidad aqui en transfer states prison No visits, no kisses, no of the same b**hes 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 sh**, cause I draw on my sobre Traded my corn bread dessert over juice Fight a pro, bullsh**! 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 [Hook 2X] [SPM: Verse 3] Swisha Sweet rollin', pockets still swollen Might meet a b**h and take her fine a** 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 gra** 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 sits with the cherry fragrance Motherf**er [Hook 2X]