LATIN THRONE
[verse 1]
Land of dum dum is where i come from
Believe me when i tell u that u dont want none son
A long hard road 4 this Latin throne
You can catch me at the club in the back alone
Mamas dont let your babies grow up 2 be gangstas
Killas taught 2 not give a fuck
Hit `em up with sign language
Reach 4 tha 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 dopehouses thats a franchise
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
And this shit aint gonna stop until i`m dead or in the pen
[chorus-2x]
He`s a hustla, He`s a balla, He sits on the, Latin throne
[verse2]
We shootin` stars, runnin` from cop cars
I got scars jumpin metal gates and sharp pars
The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
Everyday u see me in a different crackhead`s car
So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head
I told my mom that im gonna stick with this instead
Fuck the crackrock, i rapped and 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 worried cuz i still got all my old friends
Hopin` that i slow up and change one day
But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
I told my old lady one day we gon` be like the Bradys
But for now i`ll teach u how 2 use this 380
[chorus-2x]
[verse3]
3yrs and counting i been drinking from the music fountain
The dopehouse sits in Houston like a fuckin mountian
Who you doubtin`, this browns comin` out the south
I got 9 believers with they foot in they mouth
I break guineses, Keep `em off my premesis
Used 2 be menaces, Now our dreams limitless
Isnt this a trip, not a slipper or a sleeper
Niggaz wantin dope still hittin` up my beeper
We can overcome the ghetto, even g`s without a mother
Bread without butter i came crawling out a gutter
Born hustla, used 2 drive an old gas guzzler
Fresh out tha hood, i was sellin` dope last summer
Servin` zombies all followin` as big as Ghandis
Now i`m throwed diggin` brunettes and blondies
Jammin Jon B with bottles of Don P
The day of the wetback has striked upon thee
[chorus-2x]
