| Yeah, I ain’t got no hook for this jam
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| Here we go, here we go
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| I’m just gonna let ya’ll feel the music on the hooks
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| Knahmsayin'
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| In the rancho everybody knows Carlos
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| Still writing, still fumando arbols
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| I’m locked up with my gente, no hay salida
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| Trying to finish up this book about my vida
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| On appeal and it’s gonna take a full year
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| They asking me, if I wanna go to school here
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| At a time when a person really needs a friend
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| I’m thinking bout getting back on them streets again
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| I gave the Benz to Happ and the Vette to Beesh
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| I hope they use 'em to ride on my enemies
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| I got two left, whaz up young Hugh Heff?
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| I heard my brother just signed up a new chef
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| Lucky Lu the Screwston freestyla
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| Ya just wishing that the Dope House would die, huh?
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| I heard ya boys talking down, bumpin lips
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| But big mouths is only good for sucking dicks
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| When I was free none of ya step to me
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| Now that I’m locked, you hoes is disrespecting me
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| I’ll be back before you bitch niggas count to ten
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| But I can touch you, way before I’m out the pen
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| No names, I don’t play that silly game
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| You smoking too much weed, you ain’t no killa maine
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| I bring vengeance, can’t put it all in one sentence
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| But if there is a hell, I can show you to the entrance
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| Mothafucka, hold up
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| And this shit don’t stop
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| I told you they can’t stop it
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| Here we go, two verses
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| Everybody’s day comes, I fuckin' ate crumbs
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| I’m not a star, but now I date some
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| Those who knew me, as a child growing up
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| See me Benz turn around and start throwing up
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| What’cha think? |
| That I’m happy cause a new car
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| Ya’ll come to me sayin' «I don’t care who you are»
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| I knew you when you wasn’t nothing and still ain’t
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| You just Carlos Coy but on a lil tape
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| You think you bad with your big house and fancy ride?
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| But a man is only good for what he has inside
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| So I say, «then why are you so mad?»
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| Have you ever heard of me to go brag?
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| On this earth I’m no betta than any body
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| I was more happier without any money
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| I haven’t changed not one little bitty bit
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| To be honest ya the ones who really did
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| Hatin me, cause you live in misery
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| But theres other ways to take your kids to Disney
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| No revenge, I just want my family and friends
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| Fuck the Benz and you can have the millions
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| All I want is a worm and a finishing pole
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| Behind bars it’s the little things you miss the most
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| All the parties, the clubs they don’t mean nothing
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| I miss telling little kids they can be something
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| Give 'em hope cause I know they up against the odds
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| Tell 'em do they best, leave the rest to God
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| Man I know they make you feel like you don’t belong
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| Can’t see your own kind on the shows thats on
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| Lil homie that’s only cause they scared of us
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| Don’t play me, they say cause I bare too much
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| I’m not negative but trying to be a pessimist
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| But your fear got you hatin' on the Mexicans
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| Fuck these jealous hoes, playa hatin' hoes
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| They fuckin' with my Los, oh
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| I gave you my whole life, my body and my mind
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| My love and my time, you know I’ll rise
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| Oh it’s Dope House that’s for life
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| I told you bitches once
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| And now I’ll tell you twice
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| It’s Dope House for life, the home of the brave
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| These hater’s cannot play, you can try it your own way
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| And see your day
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| For all my G’s on lock, for those who rep they block
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| For those whose in the box
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| You know, we don’t stop |