[Chorus]
Come to little Mexico you won't survive
'Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies
I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house
Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it
I'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house
See if you can work a scale, or work a block
You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it
Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
[Verse 1]
Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house
Do you really live that life you rappin' bout
I know you don't, so what the fuck you talkin' bout
36 O's, and them bells, come and cash-out
I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots
You know yo shit gonna flop if you don't touch that block
Them falcon's flew in, you know they came in flock
Word on the streets, you rappers ain't got no guap
Word to my momma I rap what I'm bout
One day shawty they goin' hand it out
Straight from the booth to the jugg house
Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought
[Chorus]
Come to little Mexico you won't survive
'Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies
I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house
Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it
I'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house
See if you can work a scale, or work a block
You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it
Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
Come to little Mexico you won't survive
'Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies
I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house
Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it
I'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house
See if you can work a scale, or work a block
You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it
Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
[Verse 1]
Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house
Do you really live that life you rappin' bout
I know you don't, so what the fuck you talkin' bout
36 O's, and them bells, come and cash-out
I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots
You know yo shit gonna flop if you don't touch that block
Them falcon's flew in, you know they came in flock
Word on the streets, you rappers ain't got no guap
Word to my momma I rap what I'm bout
One day shawty they goin' hand it out
Straight from the booth to the jugg house
Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought
[Chorus]
Come to little Mexico you won't survive
'Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies
I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house
Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it
I'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house
See if you can work a scale, or work a block
You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it
Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block
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