Текст песни Wut Ya Know Bout Me - Lucky Luciano & Stunta
It's
that
boy
Los
recking
you
niggas
fo'
show
dope
house
in
the
house
hope
you
ready
for
more.
Rollin
chevrolet
slow
I'm
blowing
purplelish
dro
I
know
you
hear
the
track
nigga
watch
me
murder
this
ho.
It's
important
you
listen
try
to
vision
the
vision
I'm
a
pick
up
the
pigeons
and
take
them
straight
to
the
kichen.
Ain't
no
need
to
be
bitchin'
baby
please
stop
fussin.
I'm
grindin
and
hustling.
That's
the
life
of
your
husband.
Gotta
move
out
the
hood
because
it's
hotter
than
flames.
I
ain't
naming
no
names
uh
but
most
of
us
slang.
It's
the
joys
of
the
pains,
of
playin
dangerous
games.
Got
me
locked
up
in
chains
still
the
dream
remains.
These
is
struggling
times
I'm
sheddin
tears
for
my
G's
in
caskets
and
cages
I
guess
that
includes
me.
Finna
smoke
me
a
tree
and
zip
some
homemade
wine
is
some
older
niga
telling
me
to
don't
waste
time.
This
for
the
homeboys
in
(quoquestemi)
free
S-P,
free
lil
Bling
and
till
the
day
they
let
'em
free,
I'm
a
hold
it
down
in
these
H-town
streets.
Ya'll
know
me
lil
luky
L
same
one
supplying
that
money
L.
Third
corner
hustlers
showin
out
for
the
boys
out
on
lock
who
ain't
comin
out.
Sellin
balls
pimpin'
hoes
man
don't
stop
that's
how
it
goes.
Gotta
make
that
dough,
might
see
the
snow
ese
came
up
on
this
here
flow,
stay
a
G
till
they
bury
me.
Ain't
born
non
I'm
on
my
feet.
Ball
until
they
catch
me
and
give
me
a
number
and
TDC.
Till
that
day
I'm
a
act
an
ass,
little
ring
that
Cadillac
no
stage
the
same
and
stack
my
cash
and
try
to
bring
home
a
platinum
plaque.
Ain't
shit
changed
still
sippin
drank
in
a
big
red
and
power
8.
After
eight
tryin
to
paper
chase
tryin
to
see
how
much
I
can
make
today.
Playa
made
and
strapped
up
waitin'
on
one
of
ya'll
to
act
up.
Smoke
you
like
my
last
blunt
gloves
on
and
matched
up.
Nigga
what
I'm
a
Houston
representative
hold
it
down
for
that
dope
house
till
they
free
that
god
damn
Mexican.
S-P-M-&-L-U-C-K-Y-L-U-C-I-A-N-O
D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
When
I
slide,
'bout
to
bring
this
heavy
and
cold.
Tryna
to
reach
for
my
piece,
ok
ready,
unload.
And
so
many
been
told
but
got
no
sense
to
listen.
Walk
away
from
the
fire
that's
your
best
decision.
So
many
souls
have
risen,
so
many
hoes
have
been
done.
So
many
mothers
have
fainted,
now
pick
her
up
off
the
rug
and
take
her
out
of
the
room.
Don't
let
her
look
at
the
body
because
she
still
can't
believe
that
her
son
is
inside
'em.
I'm
tryin
to
cope
with
the
laws
and
put
my
hope
in
the
cross.
I
remember
all
the
times,
walkin'
broke
through
the
malls.
No
love
for
the
browsers
so
I
opened
up
houses.
Moved
ups
and
downs
I'm
the
company
founder.
My
weed
was
browner
but
now
it's
greenish
and
bluish.
On
the
streets
I
was
learnin
with
the
rest
of
the
students.
No
scholarship
and
it
felt
like
graduation
was
hell.
He
wanted
a
dime
so
I
broke
a
twenty
using
my
nail.
Soy
el
coyote
del
monte
you
know
that
boy.
El
nombre
famoso
me
llamo
CARLOS
COY.
El
jefe
de
la
compania
dope
house
records.
I
done
wreck
you
niggas
once,
now
I'm
comin
for
seconds
and
the
jealous
of
my
stepping
stones
building
my
dynasty.
All
the
hate
makes
me
stronger
bitch
you
cannot
silence
me.
We
all
about
pluses
catching
hydro
busses.
I'm
the
truest
why
you
think
the
fukin
whole
world
love
us.
The
life
of
a
thousand
men
if
you
ain't
a
friend
of
mine
I
step
to
the
niggaz
and
they
like
uh
neva
mind.
Never
been
afraid
to
die,
so
I
pray
the
day
that
I
leave
you'll
forgive
me
if
I
don't
get
a
chance
to
say
goodbye.
G
till
my
after
life
hillwood
mastermind
dope
sells
itself
we
don't
even
have
to
advertise.
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D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
Ayy,
two
coldest
Mexicans
on
the
mic
again.
Playa
of
the
year
and
the
violinist.
I'm
a
sit
in
first
chair
till
he
get
out
of
prison.
Dope
house
records
done
crack
a
million,
diamond
greenie
chiviolin,
hotel
rooms
with
a
lot
of
women.
I
ain't
even
had
me
a
pot
to
piss
in.
Check
me
out
I
done
bought
a
benz.
Now
to
six
with
four
thirty.
Off
wreckin
mics
I
ain't
sold
a
birdie,
if
SPM
ain't
find
the
kid,
in
cyber
quick
ya'll
ain't
never
heard
me.
I
show
my
ass
every
chance
I
got.
They
showed
the
cash
and
the
shit
ain't
stopped.
Gimme
my
props,
I
stack
me
a
knot
now
I'm
independent
now
sitting
on
top.
Bottles
pop
with
a
coniak
I
got
diamond
rocks
all
up
on
my
watch.
Talkin'
bout
gotta
be
in
my
socks.
Got
a
50
cal
I
don't
bot
no
glock
from
black
to
black,
I
grind
and
rob
the
block.
Hit
the
blockers
back
in
the
parking
lot.
I'm
on
chop
chop
in
a
drop
top.
Bitch
back
before
I
got
it
lock.
Hillwood
take
it
off
my
dick
with
the
rows
performance
I'm
a
show
respect.
RIP
to
Big
M-o-e
bet
all
screw
Houston
texas.
Till
the
end
I'm
a
represent
and
drew
it
off
with
two
kids
keep
stacking
up
these
Benjamin
and
stayin
that
playa
made
Mexican
Uh,
was
up
my
gente.
It's
ya
boy,
Juan
Gotti.
Putting
it
down
for
the
dope
house
familia:
Rasheed,
Grimm,
Baby
Bash,
Low
G,
Coast,
Quotakey,
Powda,
Pimpstress,
Carolyn,
Major
Riely,
Fame,
Shadow,
and
of
course
my
two
homeboys...
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D-O-P-E-H-O-U-S-E-R-E-C-O-R-D-S
Roll
with
the
South
Park
Mexican.
Put
it
down
I'm
a
screwed
up
Mexican,
from
Houston
Tex.
Back
again,
got
some
putos
why
they
laughin,
it's
happenin.
Back
again
let
it
show
one
for
my
locos
like?
Let
it
go,
that's
for
sure.
What's
the
time
they
got
home.
We
can
throw
it,
my
boy
got
a
lock
of
load,
got
a
lock
of
load.
You
gotta
get
it
wey,
ni
pensaban
que???.
I
got
it
paid,
slinging
hoes
all
day.
Roll
in
the
zone
keep
it
blowed
all
day.
Fly
away.
Whatchu
know
bout
this,
I'm
a
spread
tha
wings
of
your
homeboy's
pin,
dope
bar
shit,
hoes
don't
slip.
My
best
friend
is
my
pistol
grip.
Roll
on
the
rolla,
smoke
a
blunt
not
a?.
Running
through
your
nieghborhood
with
a
gun
on
my
shoulder.
Bitch
I
sign
all
my
posters,
put
my
gun
in
my
hoster.
Put
my
finger
to
the
sky
and
get
chills
when
you
toast
this.
Cause
Juan
Gotti's
ferocious,
getting
high
off
some
roaches.
Give
a
fuck
what
you
want,
dopehouse
click
stays
the
closest.
And
they
hand
us
some
roses.
Swear
to
God
that
you
know
this.
I'm
the
coldest
and
the?
Quick
to
pull
out
a?.
Let
me
have
the
last
verse,
I
promise
not
to
curse.
And
homie
you
don't
have
to
be
scared
to
go
to
church.
Fuck
a
bitch
that
would
ever
disrespect
God's
house.
Ohh,
I
promise
not
to
curse
Jaime,
block
that
one
out.
My
baby's
in
prison
so
it's
just
hard
to
breathe,
I
got
a
bible
but
I
can't
find
what
part
to
read.
My
eyes
start
to
bleed,
lord
is
dark
indeed.
They
tryna
sue
us,
and
it's
just
another
shark
to
feed.
Still
Los
is
the
king
and
Dope
still
sell
itself
but
I
got
that
kind
of
pain,
pain
pills
don't'
help.
Tryna
stack
my
stack
but
it's
so
hard
to
make
it.
Like
that
one
bitch
he
saying
it's
so
complicated.
Put
my
life
on
the
path,
it
could
be
happy
or
sad.
You
got
a
saying,
if
you
got
my
name
I
might
ask
for
a
drag.
So
wish
me
the
best
or
wish
me
the
worst.
If
I
curse,
it
just
be
another
freestyle
verse.
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1 P.I.M.P.
2 Playamade
3 Lifes Like A Crap Game
4 3 Rules
5 Move Around
6 Tha City Blue
7 Cadillac
8 Manne!
9 Imma Balla
10 Less Ride
11 It’s Lovely
12 New Age Wealth & Fame
13 I’m Straight
14 I Be Leanin
15 I’m Nawfy
16 Bumpin My Screw S**t
17 Wuttup B***h
18 Keep Hustlin’
19 We In Da House
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