[Kid Frost]
Home boy
Home boy
Yes sir
Yes sir
From Tex to Cali part two
Ha ha
[Verse 1: SPM]
I gets down and dirty
Stood at 7:30
My team for a birdy
I don't think ya heard me
Take a journey to where boys
Die too early
In the land of the hand of the district attorney
Controversy
Make you beg for mercy
45 where niggas will rob you for ya jersey
Ariberdiheri
All my shots be fatal
Little pigs coffin my hands to my ankle
Too much bail
Got to make bail
I got a 2000 Benz and I can't even spell
Take a fine ass gal to a cheap motel
And if she hungry
I take that bitch to Taco Bell
Oh weeell
Her pussy ain't made of gold
And if I trip you be sittin on the side of the road
Yo Frost
[Kid Frost]
What up dawg?
[SPM]
Let me hit the pine o fine
I done jumped in this game
And now it's mine all mine
[Chorus: Kid Frost and SPM]
From Tex to Cali
Every hood every alley
Puffin on smalley
In the candy coated Cadi
Maan that blocks to go glocks
Wit 17 shots
[Gun shot]
Cops
Swearin to God, we sell rocks
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2: Kid Frost]
I'm still standin in the sunset
Hand on my pistola
Little John Gotti
From baja Califrnia
Sippin on Corona
With the chip Motorola
Betta watch out for my coner
Or you'll be an organ doner
1part pure
3 parts bakin soda
Take it out the microwave
Before it bubbles over
Betta look ova ya shoulda
Shits getting colda
Don't flip the strip and you might dip into a coma
I the bomba
Bomba
I'ma let you know que onda
Que onda
In the South Park smokin on some smoka-a
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