I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't   Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke   I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace   Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas   The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess   You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes   I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines   Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses   Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my cottle   Quick and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow   Bought a condo for my topo cause she working that taco   It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe   TV screens, margarita machines with street marines    Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings   If it means anything this for all my G's   I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's   Another DWI, drunk and fucking high   I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky   They call me young Thurston Howell the Third   And that's my word   I'm a swang, I'm a swerve   I'm a park and scrape the curve      [Chorus: repeat 2X]   Why when I'm not high does my life   Feel like it's missing something   I know that I must be high   So that I can function      I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious   No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches   Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons   Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes   The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits   No French kisses and no hippopotamuses   I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me   As I represent Houston like what the damn with me   I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em   Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em   Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie   Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy   My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy   Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly   Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle   Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle      [Chorus]      I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick   As the police officers patting down my click   They say my bandana breaks the dress code   Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho   I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling   Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in   Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what   Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum   Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land   Burning off in my smoky in the bedded Tranzam   The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling   Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin   Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper   Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga   Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous   I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'      [Chorus]