1st verse: yo yo this one called Real Gangsta ha. He was a good kid off to elementery,A's and B's and had no enemies,but he saw all the G's as he walked
my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for
acknowledge keep my lac polished don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped
me who they better than Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in Money coming through this way Hustle Town U.S.A. South Park, Sunnyside,
Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off From South Park to the South West all
] H-Town monster, the city is where it's at Keep a rocket on my hip, and a storm on a hat Hershey Texas, South Park is 8100 villians From the tree Through
