[Intro]
Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh
This is damm Filero this is damm Filero
He on the mothafucken what sobrero
The dang hood bring me some bake
Hey Filero pull a lil bass in this song
Man i dont hear no bass ok
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Here we go man

[Verse 1]
Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
Want another pill naw n***a I'ma chill
Gone off the X its the SP-Mex
Just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
Out the Hous-tone that's my dam home
I like to get high And eat a bowl of Honeycomb
Man hold em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
Down with my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe horchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
Ima throw vato like to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
In the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
I be the shit, in Spanish I'm the caca
I'ma take a picture of your butt naked sister
And my killas got more priors then Richard
Gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand new outfit
Feestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck you ole stupid dumb bitch
In the land of g's smoking QP's
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunked do what-what my thang
Swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain
Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
I'ma get a glass and than pour up some rasp
Mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
My mothafuckin n***as is so dam very
So dam very mothafuckin scary
With the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say hi to my favorite cities
I dont even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
Whipping boys down with my microphone cord
Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
All my girls dyke like Laverne and Shirley
Curl up my toes straw to the nose
Selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
Man I ain't foolish but I do talk with bullets
Better tell ya boys to cool it
Cause I grab it and I pull it man
[Chorus x2]
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they break in
Tryin to save the dawgs

[Verse 2]
Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip
But I talk shit and the syrup I'ma sip
Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump
Throwed from the jump purple ice in my cup
Man i gotta have it i ain't lying im in love
With the codeine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crestmont creep creep my sterling
Make a hoe sing on on my mothafucken hook
Pyrex get shook I sell dope on foot
Momma understand i'ma Hustling man
Rock the white sand, watch the white van
Get the fuck out if you see em jump out
Undercover cops got their eyes on the south
Just bought a house, never took a loss
Everything I got come from a quarter ounce
That's what i started in the game with
N***as short stopping at the Botany what Bridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill
Takin' no less than a 10 dolla bill
You can have the three five seven dolla pieces
I'ma dress like a fein no gold and no creases
I got my gun no time for fun
It's Saturday night, slang till i see the sun
Peace To Hulon and the what Tio drinking
In the plut and my n***a Pancho
Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green
Mothafucken Ken and my brother Ronnie
Man can't you see don't put it past me
Fuck the R-A-P i die for my G
In the Orleans way scott plaza
Woodson n Worthin, patna cause I's a
Hillwood hustla that's my damm click
Where we sell bricks and we like to fight pits
I just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs
Im telling you young n***as i don't call the laws
When i fucken catch you i'ma pistol whip you
Man better ask you older brother and sister
Look what you done I done fell off the subject
Cool water on my Bananan Republic
Man lets hoop at the Cloverland park
Bought my white T from the super k mart
On this damm mic i go so hard
Forty five hundred jolly rancher on my car man
[Chorus x2]
As I look up at the sky
My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin can they break in
Tryin to save the dawgs

[Verse 3: Low-G]
Time to reload shots trough your door
I love fucken action I could never say no
Deuce doubled o deuce till I go I wannna act
Dumb like i did one's before
Like toe to toe any day low but if
They know me n***a then im strapped at the show
Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g
My last name is 187 shit is getting hectic
Thug and convicted they all want my dope
Cuz my shit is so addicted im down for my
Lana my shit is pure scama im riding on my low low
Banging screwed up Santana

[Outro]
What yall think me and Low- G wouln't ride
Together no more my boy working on shit
Getting it right coming this year 2002 this is
For all the momies but fuck yall if yall can't make
Tamales man this is for all my n***as im drunk
N***a i got the hicups and it rhymes huh