[verse 1]
Land Of Dum Dum Is Where I Come From
Believe Me When I Tell U That U Dont Want None Son
A Long Hard Road 4 This Latin Throne
You Can Catch Me At The Club In The Back Alone
Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up 2 Be Gangstas
Killas Taught 2 Not Give A Fuck
Hit 'em Up With Sign Language
Reach 4 Tha Stainless, Leave 'em Brainless
I'm Just Explainin' How The Game Is
The Strangest Of Things Come 2 Me At No Surprise
Fuck Peashooters All My Gats Are Superiszed
Utilize All My Allies, I Run With The Bad Guys
I Got 7 Dopehouses Thats A Franchise
Man Cries If He Was Blessed With A Heart
But I Lost Mine In The Backstreets Of South Park
Once Again It's Mr. SPM
And This Shit Aint Gonna Stop Until I'm Dead Or In The Pen
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He's A Hustla, He's A Balla, He Sits On The, Latin Throne
[verse2]
We Shootin' Stars, Runnin' From Cop Cars
I Got Scars Jumpin Metal Gates And Sharp Pars
The Hood Is Ours, Save My Pennies In A Pickle Jar
Everyday U See Me In A Different Crackhead's Car
So Bizzare How So Many Bullets Missed My Head
I Told My Mom That Im Gonna Stick With This Instead
Fuck The Crackrock, I Rapped And Hit The Jackpot
Now I'm On A Plane Writin' On My Laptop
It's All Wiggy Rockin' City 2 City
But I Still Feel My Past Catchin' Up With Me
Got Mo' Ends, Bought My Mom A Gold Benz
But She Worried Cuz I Still Got All My Old Friends
Hopin' That I Slow Up And Change One Day
But These Hillwood Streets Got Me Raised One Way
I Told My Old Lady One Day We Gon' Be Like The Bradys
But For Now I'll Teach U How 2 Use This 380
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[verse3]
3yrs And Counting I Been Drinking From The Music Fountain
The Dopehouse Sits In Houston Like A Fuckin Mountian
Who You Doubtin', This Browns Comin' Out The South
I Got 9 Believers With They Foot In They Mouth
I Break Guineses, Keep 'em Off My Premesis
Used 2 Be Menaces, Now Our Dreams Limitless
Isnt This A Trip, Not A Slipper Or A Sleeper
Niggaz Wantin Dope Still Hittin' Up My Beeper
We Can Overcome The Ghetto, Even G's Without A Mother
Bread Without Butter I Came Crawling Out A Gutter
Born Hustla, Used 2 Drive An Old Gas Guzzler
Fresh Out Tha Hood, I Was Sellin' Dope Last Summer
Servin' Zombies All Followin' As Big As Ghandis
Now I'm Throwed Diggin' Brunettes And Blondies
Jammin Jon B With Bottles Of Don P
The Day Of The Wetback Has Striked Upon Thee
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