South Park/South Bronx Lone Star Ridaz (Ft. Fat Joe & South Park Mexican)

{*Happy Perez scratching*}

[Fat Joe]
Yeah
Terror Squad, motherfuckers
Dope House (Whoa, whoa)
That nigga Joey Crack, ya heard (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Uh
Yeah
No doubt (Yeah, uh, what)
What, uh, whoa, whoa
Yeah (Whoa)
Uh (Uh)
Yo (Uh)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What up, Houston
Same shit, new place
It's about time, ya niggas featured on a Screw tape
Fat Joe and SPM, the best be them
Any set tryin' to test, gone rest with 'em
Man, you fuckin' with
Mexicans and pure Portos
Down ass niggas that'll blow you with the sawed-off
You know you see the photos in the Lowrider mags
I'm blowin' like a dragon in a loc'ed out wagon
Car just saggin' and we shittin' on fools
Chicas go crazy when they see my 22"s
Forget them other dudes, man, they numbers is up
Terror Squad, Dope House, who's fuckin' with us
I guess it's the fedi, I done got 'em all scared of us
More riders, more gun, you ain't prepared for us
There's no comparin' us, we real and you fake
Like goin' in too deep, you can't chew straight