Garza West South Park Mexican (Ft. Juan Gotti)

[Verse 1: SPM]
From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets
We stick together like Cuban's links
I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle
Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle
I'm the rocker, Betty Crocker
Cooking cookies and cakes
B-12 to blow it up, as my coke inflates
I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my hang'a
Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford Wrangler
I like to ride horses like Mustangs and Porsches
Pain is my producer, leader of the dark forces
Striking like matches, dropping like ashes
I only buy dances, if they paying college classes
Motherfucker

[Hook]
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
As I ball in this penitentiary

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
As I ball in this penitentiary