Playamade Mexicans (Bonus Track)

(Chorus: Lucky Luchiano) Where they at? Where they at? Where my playamade mexicans at? (Huh!) I see the screens and the visor with the twenty inch tires Where my players making paper on the texas map What it do screwston? (where my players at?) All the way to San Antone (where my players at?) From Laredo to Dallas, all the way to Amarilla It dont matter where you from boy its all about that scrilla [Lucky Luchiano] This for my players down south we mexicans on feet Ready to spend we been hustlin all week Heads turn when I crawl and the slab on chrome Leather and wooded, a big strap on the floor Lucky representing for his players making pay H-town mexicans wearing fades and braids Staying playamade and swanging apple over silver Dont be mad at Lucky cause he stacking all the scrilla Where my mexicans po' pimping? I see your chrome spinning Man this for my mexicans, platinum and gold grilling Creased jeans, piece and chain with the J's on the toes Screw in the trunk while we swanging on the road I'm a flow on the track Finna roll a ball bat Fifth wheel with the grill, 84's on the lac Where my mexicans hitting licks? Where my with the bricks? Where my on a mission tryin' to ball and get rich (Chorus: Lucky Luchiano) Where my playamade mexicans at? Where they at? Where they at? Where my playamade mexicans at? (Huh!) I see the screens and the visor with the twenty inch tires Where my players making paper on the texas map What it do screwston? (where my players at?) All the way to San Antone (where my players at?) From Laredo to Dallas, all the way to Amarilla It dont matter where you from boy its all about that scrilla [Baby Beesh] Ain't it funny? Mexicans run the drug money Cause we all about our carrots like mane, the bugs bunny Fucking with a thugs money gone get you broke down And if you didn't know, well patna you know now Cause we dont punch clocks We push a bunch of rocks Bang a bunch of bopps And shake the fucking cops Off top, Baby bash call me the scrill dilly Deep as space city surrounded by big tittys Ain't it trippy how its drippy the candy that stay red Mane where you from, well playa then say that Trunks glowing, screens showing and caddys and woo-doos Flated in the truck, sittin on new shoes Crackin the rear view, cause the beat's too zappy Parking lot pimping with the weed transaction Getting a hell of action from a dime piece chula She said she want a mexican all about his mula (Chorus 1X) [Lucky Luchiano] Mane we them throwed mexicans out of the dirty south Haters want plexx what they, what they talking bout? Im a hogg all lanes while I crawl on blades Lucky Luchiano be my dog on name Im a swang im a tip in a candy mothership Unlike my bumperkit and put on another flick Screens fall, popping trunk on the seawall Bout to show them other fools how the third coast ball All my dogs in H-town chunk a duece out the roof Swang left to right what it do act a fool I'll shut my show down cause we was blowin the pine Clubs hate my entourage cause they know we gone clown Puttin down for my homies in the penitentiary When im gone my little homies will represent me Thats how it be we ain't never gone stop it Playamade mexican keeping this here poppin (Chorus 1X) [Baby Beesh Talking] Mane hold on, I thought you thought Mane hold on, I thought you thought Mane hold on, I thought you thought Mane hold on Uh yea! Its the phantom track The bonus! Slowed and throwed in your earlobe That boy Baby Beeshie With the neptune Lucky Luchiano Produced by that boy Rebel All in your jaw bone Uhhhh!