Latin Throne
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โฑ๏ธ 4:07 duration
๐ ID: 18840239
๐ Lyrics
Land of dum dum is where I come from
Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
A long hard road 4 this Latin Throne
You can catch me at the club in the back alone
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up 2 be gangsta's
Killer's taught us 2 not give a fuck
Hit 'em up with sign language
Reach 4 the stainless, Leave 'em brainless
I'm just explainin' how the game is
The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise
Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed
Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys
I got 7 Dope House's that's a franchise
Man cries if he was blessed with a heart
But I lost mine in the backstreets of South Park
Once again it's Mr. SPM
And this shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp pars
The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head
I told my mom that I'm gonna stick with this instead
Fuck the crackrock, I rapped and hit the jackpot
Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
Got mo' ends, bought my mom a gold Benz
But she worried cause I still got all my old friends
Hopin' that I slow up and change one day
But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
I told my lady one day we gon' be like the Brady's
But for now I'll teach you how to use this 380.
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
3 years and countin' I been drinkin' from the music fountain
The Dope House sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain
Who you doubtin'? This browns comin' out the south
I got nine believers with they foot in they mouth
I break guineses, keep 'em off my premesis
Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper
Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
We can overcome the ghetto, even G's without a mother
Bread without butter I came crawlin' out a gutter
Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler
Fresh out the hood, I was sellin' dope last summer
Servin' zombies all followin' as big as Yhandi's
Now I'm throwed diggin' brunettes and blondies
Jammin' Jon B with bottles of Dom P
The day of the wetback has striked upon thee.
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
A long hard road 4 this Latin Throne
You can catch me at the club in the back alone
Mama's, don't let your babies grow up 2 be gangsta's
Killer's taught us 2 not give a fuck
Hit 'em up with sign language
Reach 4 the stainless, Leave 'em brainless
I'm just explainin' how the game is
The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise
Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed
Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys
I got 7 Dope House's that's a franchise
Man cries if he was blessed with a heart
But I lost mine in the backstreets of South Park
Once again it's Mr. SPM
And this shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp pars
The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head
I told my mom that I'm gonna stick with this instead
Fuck the crackrock, I rapped and hit the jackpot
Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
Got mo' ends, bought my mom a gold Benz
But she worried cause I still got all my old friends
Hopin' that I slow up and change one day
But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
I told my lady one day we gon' be like the Brady's
But for now I'll teach you how to use this 380.
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
3 years and countin' I been drinkin' from the music fountain
The Dope House sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain
Who you doubtin'? This browns comin' out the south
I got nine believers with they foot in they mouth
I break guineses, keep 'em off my premesis
Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper
Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
We can overcome the ghetto, even G's without a mother
Bread without butter I came crawlin' out a gutter
Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler
Fresh out the hood, I was sellin' dope last summer
Servin' zombies all followin' as big as Yhandi's
Now I'm throwed diggin' brunettes and blondies
Jammin' Jon B with bottles of Dom P
The day of the wetback has striked upon thee.
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.80] Land of dum dum is where I come from
[00:16.47] Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
[00:19.28] A long hard road 4 this Latin Throne
[00:21.91] You can catch me at the club in the back alone
[00:24.87] Mama's, don't let your babies grow up 2 be gangsta's
[00:28.30] Killer's taught us 2 not give a fuck
[00:30.15] Hit 'em up with sign language
[00:31.94] Reach 4 the stainless, Leave 'em brainless
[00:34.15] I'm just explainin' how the game is
[00:35.87] The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise
[00:38.78] Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed
[00:41.34] Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys
[00:44.27] I got 7 Dope House's that's a franchise
[00:47.47] Man cries if he was blessed with a heart
[00:49.58] But I lost mine in the backstreets of South Park
[00:52.83] Once again it's Mr. SPM
[00:55.03] And this shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
[00:59.28] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[01:09.76] He's a hustler, he's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[01:20.32] We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
[01:23.17] I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp pars
[01:26.02] The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
[01:28.86] Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
[01:31.90] So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head
[01:34.27] I told my mom that I'm gonna stick with this instead
[01:37.13] Fuck the crackrock, I rapped and hit the jackpot
[01:39.96] Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
[01:42.56] It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
[01:45.41] But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
[01:48.19] Got mo' ends, bought my mom a gold Benz
[01:50.33] But she worried cause I still got all my old friends
[01:53.32] Hopin' that I slow up and change one day
[01:55.87] But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
[01:59.12] I told my lady one day we gon' be like the Brady's
[02:02.03] But for now I'll teach you how to use this 380.
[02:04.04] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[02:14.83] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[02:26.89] 3 years and countin' I been drinkin' from the music fountain
[02:29.70] The Dope House sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain
[02:32.59] Who you doubtin'? This browns comin' out the south
[02:35.16] I got nine believers with they foot in they mouth
[02:37.87] I break guineses, keep 'em off my premesis
[02:40.53] Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
[02:43.24] Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper
[02:46.04] Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
[02:48.42] We can overcome the ghetto, even G's without a mother
[02:51.57] Bread without butter I came crawlin' out a gutter
[02:54.08] Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler
[02:57.10] Fresh out the hood, I was sellin' dope last summer
[03:00.04] Servin' zombies all followin' as big as Yhandi's
[03:02.90] Now I'm throwed diggin' brunettes and blondies
[03:05.67] Jammin' Jon B with bottles of Dom P
[03:07.96] The day of the wetback has striked upon thee.
[03:11.67] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:22.67] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:34.13] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:43.40] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:52.73]
[00:16.47] Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
[00:19.28] A long hard road 4 this Latin Throne
[00:21.91] You can catch me at the club in the back alone
[00:24.87] Mama's, don't let your babies grow up 2 be gangsta's
[00:28.30] Killer's taught us 2 not give a fuck
[00:30.15] Hit 'em up with sign language
[00:31.94] Reach 4 the stainless, Leave 'em brainless
[00:34.15] I'm just explainin' how the game is
[00:35.87] The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise
[00:38.78] Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed
[00:41.34] Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys
[00:44.27] I got 7 Dope House's that's a franchise
[00:47.47] Man cries if he was blessed with a heart
[00:49.58] But I lost mine in the backstreets of South Park
[00:52.83] Once again it's Mr. SPM
[00:55.03] And this shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
[00:59.28] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[01:09.76] He's a hustler, he's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[01:20.32] We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
[01:23.17] I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp pars
[01:26.02] The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
[01:28.86] Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
[01:31.90] So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head
[01:34.27] I told my mom that I'm gonna stick with this instead
[01:37.13] Fuck the crackrock, I rapped and hit the jackpot
[01:39.96] Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
[01:42.56] It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
[01:45.41] But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
[01:48.19] Got mo' ends, bought my mom a gold Benz
[01:50.33] But she worried cause I still got all my old friends
[01:53.32] Hopin' that I slow up and change one day
[01:55.87] But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
[01:59.12] I told my lady one day we gon' be like the Brady's
[02:02.03] But for now I'll teach you how to use this 380.
[02:04.04] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[02:14.83] He's a hustler, He's a baller, He sits on the Latin Throne
[02:26.89] 3 years and countin' I been drinkin' from the music fountain
[02:29.70] The Dope House sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain
[02:32.59] Who you doubtin'? This browns comin' out the south
[02:35.16] I got nine believers with they foot in they mouth
[02:37.87] I break guineses, keep 'em off my premesis
[02:40.53] Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
[02:43.24] Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper
[02:46.04] Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
[02:48.42] We can overcome the ghetto, even G's without a mother
[02:51.57] Bread without butter I came crawlin' out a gutter
[02:54.08] Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler
[02:57.10] Fresh out the hood, I was sellin' dope last summer
[03:00.04] Servin' zombies all followin' as big as Yhandi's
[03:02.90] Now I'm throwed diggin' brunettes and blondies
[03:05.67] Jammin' Jon B with bottles of Dom P
[03:07.96] The day of the wetback has striked upon thee.
[03:11.67] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:22.67] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:34.13] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:43.40] He's a hustler, he's a baller, he sits on the Latin Throne
[03:52.73]