South Park Mexican - Cali-Tex Connect lyrics

Come slip into my darkness Stopless, Got Rich Puttin' out the hot hits With true convicts Block this studio, 3 month blackout Rap out the bad route & those who had doubt Mad shouts, to all my boys at the crackhouse Catchin' every s**er who done ran South Stand proud, but I can't see behingrand crowds Fresh off the back street, concrete father figure n***as shiver when I deliver Blastin' hollin' "Timber!" Talk is cheap & most of ya'll a crock of sh** I chop a brick & flip it like the opposite 'Cause all my chickens layin' 36 eggs Got recruits in black boots that never shoot for the legs No sunshine, streets in my bloodline Love's blind, understand my Thug mind. Chorus: From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks 17 shots Cops, swearin' to God we sellin' rocks. [x2] [Frost:] I stand in the sunset Hand on my pistola Late night redrum Lost at Sinaloa Down on the docks in Diego Art Lupo in the Lexus Movin; weight to Houston Texas Got a chicken, finger lickin' & it's all good. Then I hook up South Park Mex Big green bag of cess Hoppin' up & down like a Kangaroo In my sky blue '62. Now what you wanna do? We make sh** move, like pounds & keys Ain't nobody who can f**, with these West Coast G's. [South Park Mexican:] What you tell 'em homey? What you tell 'em loco? [Frost:] Man ain't nobody who can f** with these Gulf Coast G's. Chorus: From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks 17 shots Cops, swearin' to God we sellin' rocks. [x2] [South Park Mexican:] Hobby Airport flight 276 Pick up the homey Frost Let's get in the mix. Now we up & creased out Puffin' green Garcia y Vegas Mackin' to a cheerleader from the Oakland Raiders Yo Frost, peep game. Check the silicone titties. [Frost:] Yeah homes. Man they remind me of the ones in my city. 'Cuz I've been around the world All kinds of girls I'm a little John Gotti Duke duke of Earl ShyTown, Atlantic City Vegas & Reno We Latino Gambinos & we breakin' Casinos. [South Park Mexican:] It's the SPM, A.K.A. Caro Quintero Just me & my perros Flyin' through the ghetto With 7 pounds of fierro El Mero Mero Puttin' down with that hazel-eyed Guero. [Frost:] Man orrayos, flippin' gallos, hittin' hydros I'm the one that's got 'em floatin' in them bayous. SPM, are you with it? [South Park Mexican:] La neta. Dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca. Dos vatos, Poco Locos Pachando sospichosos Asi trabaja, ese juego Mi palabra es todo lo que tengo En el monté, El Coyoté Con los ojos que miran en la noche. Me & Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80 Chorus: From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy Bendin' blocks on Goldy Locks 17 shots Cops, swearin' to God we sellin' rocks. [x2]