[South Park Mexican:]
Yo, I ain't got no hook for this jam
Here we go, here we go
I'm just gonna let y'all feel the music on the hooks.
You Know what I'm sayin'?
Here we go.
[Verse 1:]
In the rancho everybody knows Carlos
Still writin' & still fumando arbos
I'm locked up with my gente, no hay salida
Tryin' to finish up this book about my vida
On appeal & it's gonna take a full year
They askin' me if I wanna go to school here
At a time when a person really needs a friend
I'm thinkin' 'about gettin' back on them streets again
I gave the Benz to Happ & the Vet to Beesh
I hope they use 'em to ride on my enemies
I got 2 left. Whaz up young Hugh Heff?
I heard my brother just signed up a new cheff
Lucky Lu the Screwston freestyler
Y'all just wishin' that the Dope House would die. Huh?
I heard your boys talkin' down, bumpin' lips
But big mouths is only good for suckin' dicks
When I was free none of y'all step to me
Now that I'm locked, you hoes is disrespectin' me
I'll be back before you bitch niggas count to 10
But I can touch you way before I'm out the pen
No names, I don't play that silly game
You smokin' too much weed, you ain't no killer maine
I bring vengeance, can't put it all in one sentence
But if there is a hell, I can show you to the entrance.
[Breakdown:]
Muthafucker, oh yeah
& this shit don't stop
I told you they can't stop it
Yo
Here we go, 2 verses.
[Verse 2:]
Everybody's day comes, I fuckin' ate crumbs
I'm not a star but now I date some
Those who knew me, as a child growin' up
See my Benz turn around & start throwin' up.
What y'all think? That I'm happy cause a new car
You come to me sayin' "I don't care who you are"
I knew you when you wasn't nothin' & still ain't
You just Carlos Coy but on a little tape.
You think your bad with your big house & fancy ride?
But a man is only good for what he has inside
So I say. Then why are you so mad?
Have you ever heard of me to go brag?
On this earth I'm no better than anybody
I was more happier without any money
I haven't changed not one little bitty bit
To be honest y'all the ones who really did
Hatin' me 'cause you live in misery
But there's other ways of takin' kicks & dissin' me
No revenge, I just want my family & friends
Fuck the Benz & you can have the millions
All I want is a worm & a fishin' pole
Behind bars is the little things you miss the most
All the parties, the clubs they don't mean nothin'
I miss tellin' little kids they can be somethin'
Give 'em hope 'cause I know they up against the odds
Tell 'em do they best, leave the rest to God
Man I know they make you feel like you don't belong
Can't see your own kind only shows this song
Little homey that's only 'cause they scared of us
Don't play me, they say 'cause I bare too much
I'm not negative but tryin' to be a pessimist
But your fear got you hatin' on the Mexican's.
[Carolyn:]
Fuck these jealous hoes, Player hatin' hoes
They fuckin' with my Los, Oh
I gave you my whole life, my body & my mind
My love & my time, you know I'll rise
Oh it's Dope House that's for life
I told you bitches once
& now I'll I tell you twice
It's Dope House for life. The home of the brave
This niggas cannot play, you can try it your own way
& see your day
For all my G's on lock, for those who rep they block
For those who's in the box
You know, we don't stop.
Carolyn's Hook Lyrics performed by South Park Mexican are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Carolyn's Hook Lyrics performed by South Park Mexican is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD