, H-Town, the city of dope Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in - T-Streets (Chorus) I be getting cake then Watching for the
, I must confessing Playas try to get that checking, hoopa hickeys on yo' necking In that jail, I can't be staying and my Gs, you can't be caking Child
common buck-a-roos born of the human race No, sir, these Cowboys came from space Their shootin' irons shot laser light and their spurs was anodized Bandanas caked
da ya da ya da Ya da ya da ya da ya da Cancun Ya day yeah I saw them all I saw them all I saw them all Con leche On my vacation Ooooooo In mexico I saw
Hell Rell: This for all my niggaz buyin' birds man It's kilo talk for the hustlers Mexico, Columbia, Peru Holla at me man Ruger Hook: Nigga come see
baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico
m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in [T-Streets - Chorus:] I be getting cake then Watching for
's the things that we do) And then there's the things we wanna do I wanna kiss some guy that I don't know Buy a one way ticket down to Mexico Para sail
behind Sit out under a Willow tree an' think Head south, are you listenin'? You don't know what you're missin' From Virgina shores to the Gulf of Mexico
coppers flying through the door Well, Sally Sue, she bought it but everybody's gotta go So I figured it be best if I skipped down to Mexico Tequila
me She comforts me when the candles blown out The cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet The laughter's all gone but the memories are mine The Mexican
liquor store turned out the lights, left the motor runnin? opened up the door, I flashed a grin and said, Jack this is gonna be a piece of cake, later
way up in the cut like maw and paw When he come out he dumb out There he go! The villian with the illest flow in all of mexico All foes on some when
? She comforts me when the candles blow out The cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet The laughter's all all gone but the memories are mine The mexican
'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out Ask her if she seen my face Right: Look- I was out of town getting cake
store turned out the lights, left the motor runnin? opened up the door, I flashed a grin and said, Jack this is gonna be a piece of cake, later tonight
Sit out under a Willow tree an' think. Head south: are you listenin'? You don't know what you're missin'. From Virgina shores to the Gulf of Mexico.