Latin Throne

歌詞

[Verse 1:] Land of dum dum is where I come from Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son A long hard road 4 this Latin Throne You can catch me at the club in the back alone Mama's, don't let your babies grow up 2 be gangsta's Killer's taught us 2 not give a fuck Hit 'em up with sign language Reach 4 the 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 Dope House's that's a franchize 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 & this shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen. He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne. [x2] [Verse 2:] We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars I got scars jumpin' metal gates & sharp pars The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head I told my mom that I'm gonna stick with this instead Fuck the crackrock, I rapped & 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 worry 'cause I still got all my old friends Hopin' that I slow up & change one day But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way I told my lady one day we gon' be like the Brady's But for now I'll teach you how 2 use this 380. He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne. [x2] [Verse 3:] 3 years & countin' I been drinkin' from the music fountain The Dope House sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain. Who you doubtin'? This brown is comin' out the south I got 9 believer's with they foot in they mouth I break guineses, Keep 'em off my premesis Used 2 be menaces, Now our dreams limitless. Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper We can overcome the ghetto, even G's without a mother Bread without butter I came crawlin' out a gutter Born hustler, used 2 drive an old gas guzzler Fresh out the hood, I was sellin' dope last summer Servin' zombies all followin' as big as Yhandi's Now I'm throwed diggin' brunettes & blondies Jammin' Jon B with bottles of Dom P The day of the wetback has striked upon thee. He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne. [x2]