Red Beams and Rice

Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas

And when we get home, bitch, you fitting to cut my grass

In my Cutlass, 1982

My baby mama tell me, Los, I ain't afraid of you

Fuck your threats, fifteen percent of all my scrilla

Man, that's the mother of my children I can't kill her

So I break bread and proceed to get head

From a blonde bitch, but her pussy hair red

Strawberry patch got my back scratched up

These other **** rapping but they can't catch up

I'm blessed by the Lord, trinity keyboard

Peace to Filero representing Freeport

I'ma rock the casbah, cold as Alaska

I'm sipping on a two-za and a twelve ounce Shasta

Dolce Cabana on my 'Nana Republic

I keep my shit rugged 'cause the real **** love it

What's the rock cooking? Nah, I'm cooking rock

Got my bitch working at the butt naked spot

I'ma bunny hop my new drop out the shop

Peace to big chief from the what rap a lot

I'ma hogging dog while I creep in the fog

Pull out my dick and tell my bitch, I need a job

If you want service, I'm at one-eight-hundred murders

Flipping chickens while you **** flipping cheeseburgers

I'm sipping on Durbas, wetter than some surfers

Clown 'em so bad I should join the fucking circus

Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses

I'ma take the two piece with a biscuit from churches

No way the churches could ever clean my paper

Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad, I don't hate you

Soy Carlos Coy, esa vatos bien loco

Seventeen keys and started off with one, ocho

We kick in doors

We robbing stores

Creep sixty-fours

Welcome to gangsta life

Packing beams

Destroying dreams

Sag dickie jeans

We make 'em see the light

In the studios

With mafios

Fuck jazzy hoes

It just don't ever stop

So industry

Prepare for me

That double C

My nuts is all I got

I walk in the club **** stare at me

Bitch, you got something you want to share with me?

Can't we just all live merrily

Motherfuckers just wishing they could bury me

I pull my quete, mom say, I'm just like my jefe

Creeping my carrucha, bang and screw

Throw up a F, soy el S P M for my gente

They want me on the billboard to say, got leche?

Remember me from Reveille X bitch was barely

Every time a **** got shot cops questioned me

Teenage murderer, gat named Ursula

Chunked her in the baker she the bitch, they searching for

Rolling out the hood, I came from the impossible

Hop along gonna make it to a Conoco

And if I did, what makes you think I'd have the dough?

Hollering like that, is making me unstoppable

I'ma drop a fool and let him feel these things

Ghetto vero pack a fiero show you who I am

I'ma make a change, dealer showed my game

Want to know my name? Hey, you heard of me

I don't love a bitch, and motherfuck a ho

Work at stop and go, cool like an eskimo

Down to shovel snow, and blizzard blind the game

No more dying, this pushin' just can't be in vain

I'ma see it, believe it, we gon' beat this man

In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same

Steadily praying man, ducito spread the wealth

Be still Juanito, dope will always sell itself

We kick in doors

We robbing stores

Creep sixty-fours

Welcome to gangsta life

Packing beams

Destroying dreams

Sag dickie jeans

We make them see the light

In studios

With mafios

Fuck jazzy hoes

It just don't ever stop

So industry

Prepare for me

This double C

My nuts is all I got

That's all I got in this

Dirt, dirty fucking game uh

Slanging cocaine, uh

And pack my little thang, uh

I got a nice aim, uh

It's about money, fuck fame

It ain't no shame

I'ma come down sun or rain

S P mother fucking Mexicano

Acting bad one throw vato

From H-town to Colorado, uh

That's my motto

I rock hoes

I rock shows

I pop foes

What's the deal?

We in this bitch free styling