Carolyn's Hook - South Park Mexican

Yeah, I ain’t 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

Knahmsayin'

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 appeal and it’s gonna take a full year

They asking me, if I wanna go to school here

At a time when a person really needs a friend

I’m thinking bout getting back on them streets again

I gave the Benz to Happ and the Vette to Beesh

I hope they use 'em to ride on my enemies

I got two left, whaz up young Hugh Heff?

I heard my brother just signed up a new chef

Lucky Lu the Screwston freestyla

Ya just wishing that the Dope House would die, huh?

I heard ya boys talking down, bumpin lips

But big mouths is only good for sucking dicks

When I was free none of ya step to me

Now that I’m locked, you 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 don’t play that silly game

You smoking too much weed, you ain’t no killa maine

I bring vengeance, can’t put it all in one sentence

But if there is a hell, I can show you to the entrance

Mothafucka, hold up

And this shit don’t stop

I told you they can’t stop it

Here we go, two verses

Everybody’s day comes, I fuckin' ate crumbs

I’m not a star, but now I date some

Those who knew me, as a child growing up

See me Benz turn around and start throwing up

What’cha think?

That I’m happy cause a new car

Ya’ll come to me sayin' «I don’t care who you are»

I knew you when you wasn’t nothing and still ain’t

You just Carlos Coy but on a lil tape

You think you bad with your big house and fancy ride?

But a man is only good for what he has inside

So I say, «then why are you so mad?»

Have you ever heard of me to go brag?

On this earth I’m no betta than any body

I was more happier without any money

I haven’t changed not one little bitty bit

To be honest ya the ones who really did

Hatin me, cause you live in misery

But theres other ways to take your kids to Disney

No revenge, I just want my family and friends

Fuck the Benz and you can have the millions

All I want is a worm and a finishing pole

Behind bars it’s the little things you miss the most

All the parties, the clubs they don’t mean nothing

I miss telling little kids they can be something

Give 'em hope cause 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 don’t belong

Can’t see your own kind on the shows thats on

Lil homie that’s only cause they scared of us

Don’t play me, they say cause I bare too much

I’m not negative but trying to be a pessimist

But your fear got you hatin' on the Mexicans

Fuck these jealous hoes, playa hatin' hoes

They fuckin' with my Los, oh

I gave you my whole life, my body and my mind

My love and my time, you know I’ll rise

Oh it’s Dope House that’s for life

I told you bitches once

And now I’ll tell you twice

It’s Dope House for life, the home of the brave

These hater’s cannot play, you can try it your own way

And see your day

For all my G’s on lock, for those who rep they block

For those whose in the box

You know, we don’t stop