[INTRO: Yuniq, Charlie D and Narkotic]
(Get down on the floor now)
Im the Dopehouse Terror or that's what they all say
[Verse 1: Narkotic]
Alto, Alto
Es un asalto, asalto
No te muevas ando loca y vengo alusinando
Vatos secuestrando y la vida rodando
Stop n GO en estas calles cuz I'm traficando
A mutha fucken pinche hustla como aquel coyote
Ya tu sabes es el vato que mira en la noche
Puttin' Down pa la SEGOVIA, GARZA, y La LOPEZ
Para to' los pinches vatos que estan en el bote
[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
Now Look
I got the loveliest things from the ugliest game
On the corner movin' stones on the muddiest lane
And I weigh it all up on a circular dish
I probably got more fucken scales than a mermaid fish
And if I find out you keep your cocaine home
I will rob your bitch ass like a broke pay phone
I got a murdalistic aura, I'm the younger son of Norma
4 in the morna on HILLWOOD corner
I was born a late night performer
Enemy swarmer, cookie house stormer
Bitch niggaz dis me cuz they bitch wanna kiss me
Me I'm rollin' weed on a Gatorade Frisbee
My enemies be anonymous I never really met 'em
The ones that I used to know well the gun wet 'em
Los stick you down with a flannel and some dark brown gloves
Livin life 'bout as crooked as a small town judge, nigga
(Get down on the floor now)
Im the Dopehouse Terror or that's what they all say
[Verse 1: Narkotic]
Alto, Alto
Es un asalto, asalto
No te muevas ando loca y vengo alusinando
Vatos secuestrando y la vida rodando
Stop n GO en estas calles cuz I'm traficando
A mutha fucken pinche hustla como aquel coyote
Ya tu sabes es el vato que mira en la noche
Puttin' Down pa la SEGOVIA, GARZA, y La LOPEZ
Para to' los pinches vatos que estan en el bote
[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
Now Look
I got the loveliest things from the ugliest game
On the corner movin' stones on the muddiest lane
And I weigh it all up on a circular dish
I probably got more fucken scales than a mermaid fish
And if I find out you keep your cocaine home
I will rob your bitch ass like a broke pay phone
I got a murdalistic aura, I'm the younger son of Norma
4 in the morna on HILLWOOD corner
I was born a late night performer
Enemy swarmer, cookie house stormer
Bitch niggaz dis me cuz they bitch wanna kiss me
Me I'm rollin' weed on a Gatorade Frisbee
My enemies be anonymous I never really met 'em
The ones that I used to know well the gun wet 'em
Los stick you down with a flannel and some dark brown gloves
Livin life 'bout as crooked as a small town judge, nigga
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