Letras
[INTRO:]
Yo, I aint got no hook for this jam
(Here we go, here we go)
I'm just gonna let ya'll feel the music on the hooks
Know what I'm sayin
(Here we go, here we go)
[VERSE ONE:]
In the rancho, everybody knows Carlos
Still writing & still fumando arbols
I'm locked up with my gente
No hay salida
Trying to finish up this book
about my vida
On the P.O.
& Its going to take a full year
They asking me if i want to go to school here
At a time when a person really needs a friend
I'm thinking about getting back on them streets again
I hope they use them to ride on my enemies
I got 2 left whats up young Hugh Heff
I heard my brother just signed up a new chef
Lucky lou, this gustin free styler
Ya'll just wishin that the dope house would die huh
I heard you boys talking down, bumpin lips
But big mouths is only good for sucking dicks
When I was free none of ya'll stepped to me
Now that i'm locked u hoes is disrespecting me
I'll be back before you bitch niggas count to ten
But i can touch you way before i'm out the pen
No names, i dont play that silly game
You smoking too much weed you aint go kill a man
I bring vengeance
Can't put it all in one sentence
But if there is a hell I can show you to the entrance
[HOOK 1:]
(Ohhhhhhhh)
Mother fucker oh yeah
And this shit don't stop
I told you they couldn't stop it
Yo uh here we go
Two verses
[VERSE 2]
Everybody's day comes
I'm fuckin eight crumbs
I'm not a star
But now, I date some
Those who knew me as a child growing up
See my benz, turn around, and start throwin up
What ya'll think that I'm happy cuz a new car
They'll come to me saying "I dont care who you are"
"I knew you when you wasn't nothing, you still aint"
"Your just Carlos Cord but on a little tape
You think your bad with your big house and fancy ride
But a man is only good for what he has inside"
So i say that "Why are you so mad?
Have you ever heard of me to go brag
On this earth i'm no better than anybody
I was more happier without any money
I haven't changed, not one little bitty bit
To be honest ya'll the ones that really did
Hatin me cuz you live in misery
But there's other ways to take your kids to visit me
No revenge I just want my family and friends
Fuck the Benz & you can have the millions
All i want is a worm and a fishing pole
Behind bars it's the little things you miss the most
All the parties, the clubs, they dont mean nothing
I miss telling little kids they can be something
Give em hope cuz i know they up against the odds
Tell em do they best, leave the rest to God
Man, I know they make you feel like you dont belong
Can't see your own kind on the shows thats on
Lil homie thats only cuz they scared of us
Dont play me, they say that i bare too much
I'm not negative or trying to be a pessimist
But your fear got you hatin on the messages
[HOOK 2 ALL THE WAY OUT...TILL END OF SONG]