[Verse 1: SPM]
[04:56.00]From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets
[04:56.00]We stick together like Cuban's links
[04:56.00]I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle
[04:56.00]Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle
[04:56.00]I'm the rocker, Beatty Crocker
[04:56.00]Cooking cookies and cakes
[04:56.00]B-12 to blow it up, as my coke inflates
[04:56.00]I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my hang'a
[04:56.00]Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford Wrangler
[04:56.00]I like to ride horses like Mustangs and Porches
[04:56.00]Pain is my producer, leader of the dark forces
[04:56.00]Striking like matches, dropping like ashes
[04:56.00]I only buy dances, if they paying college classes
[04:56.00]Motherf**ker
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[Chorus:]
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
[04:56.00]As I ball in this penitentiary
[04:56.00]
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
[04:56.00]I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
[04:56.00]As I ball in this penitentiary
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[Verse 2: Juan Gotti]
[04:56.00]Mi esposa won't listen, keeps comin' up missing
[04:56.00]Feliz navidad aqui en transfer states prison
[04:56.00]No visits, no kisses, no of the same b**ches
[04:56.00]No mas on T.V, magazine, and in wishes
[04:56.00]I work on the hoes, what? Living C-dorm
[04:56.00]Life with a fo-five got me this job
[04:56.00]Mix bread with my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos
[04:56.00]Everyday tensions, fights for the tubo
[04:56.00]House regulation, dropping Cantones
[04:56.00]Bosses talk sh*t, cause I draw on my sobre
[04:56.00]Traded my corn bread dessert over juice
[04:56.00]Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no food
[04:56.00]As a foo on the cool, parole set me off guey
[04:56.00]Four years for sho' without no release date
[04:56.00]You vatos don't feel me, you live in the free
[04:56.00]As I ball through this penitentiary
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: SPM]
[04:56.00]Swisha Sweet rollin', pockets still swollen
[04:56.00]Might meet a b**ch and take her fine a** bowlin'
[04:56.00]Money of the colon, Benz ain't stolen
[04:56.00]Might watch Tiger Woods at the Houston Open
[04:56.00]And I got hoes, even one that's Aryan
[04:56.00]Slagin' more white balls than the Nolan Ryan
[04:56.00]Nine with the silence, might turn to violence
[04:56.00]This for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients
[04:56.00]And my grass is much greener, South Park Beaner
[04:56.00]Puttin' dick to a real famous R&B singer
[04:56.00]Blowing like a tuba, wet like a scuba
[04:56.00]Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a balla and hoop'a
[04:56.00]Hater heart break'a , bloody shirt stain'a
[04:56.00]Jumping on my diving board, faint to do a gain'a
[04:56.00]Blades on my Benz, tons of fake friends
[04:56.00]Spray down my seats with the cherry fragrance
[04:56.00]Motherf**ker
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[Chorus x2]