[1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle
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Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons
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I know a place on the Boystown its trip
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Down in Mexico where the girls just strip
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But me I'm a pimp let them hoes keep dancin
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I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin
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Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate
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And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid
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[2] - I'm coming from the valley staning em slanning em
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Rising realizing sizing em up
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Got my clavo small paper tall
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From smuggling a cross the ocean
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Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet
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Just clowning with the three wheel motion
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I flip the cash but my stash flips faster
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Cause I'm pushing the real good pine
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[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville
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I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil
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I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
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I ask him "whats in the bag" he says "two acres of plants
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It's easy going in but hell gettin out
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I wanna make this paper and I think I know how
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Suprise suprise I done made it back home
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in an ice cream truck "who wanna buy a snow cone"
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[Hook - repeat 2X]
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I'm going to the valley
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Vauco the valley
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I'm goin to the valley what you think fo
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[4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valley
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We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley
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We call it medicine thats what u need when you get sick
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Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick
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Across, across the state line just me and my girlfriend
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From powder to pine I got money on my mind
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Stop wasting all my time and get me over to the spot
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Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks
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[5] - Going back to the valley staying on top of my game
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Meeting up wit my bitches snow white and mary jane
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Only thing that ever mattered to me
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Stacking dollars shit we making a week
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Who the cowards who the killas whos the niggas wit scrilla
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Felt all up in they pockets rocking fo' niggas that try to kill us
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Then maybe later you bitches bother me
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You wanted to pay you too late don't bother calling me
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[6] - Going to the valley fo' soliders in a caddy
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And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smally
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Tryed to jack but can't catch me
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I just keep that paper stacking
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Always packin never slacking
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leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappy
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Chopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the table
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Watching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the label
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Selling em three for ten to my closest friends
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Rolling back to H-towm big body Benz
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[hook]
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[7] - Houston Texas cowboy wit a dime and a fiesta saddle
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And I'm moving mo weight then a whole herd of cattle
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I grip up the grain blowing up the panhandle
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mobile phone on scramble cause rap hustlin is a gamble
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Brick moving these H dudes gonna keep you grooving pursuing
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Shit, hell on my surella ice water lyrical good fella
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SPM got the hook up, say watch out
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I hit the highway, let twenkies crawl
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I'm going to the valley
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[8] - Man I'm flipping up to Mexico to hit some licks
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In a Navigator bus bringing back some bricks
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Get to checkpoint now I'm past the border
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tell my guy alemar to play some more
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Fat money cause we in the mix
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I got that white girl and that stinky bitch
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Better ryders and roamers can't really ask
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"We going out T?" "Bitch I'm headed to the valley
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So I'm out about to make some money
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Pull up to a trailor wit about 800
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Unload it I flip it get paid let's ride
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Chunk a deuce to the guys and I'm back to Southside
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Cruisin wit a couple of pines
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Trying hard as hell to make it back to H-Town
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Flippin but only make one stop
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Then I'm buring out moving shit to a dope house
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[9] - Cruisin to the valley checking up on me campos
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Make thirty calls so I can wire free samples
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Get me a plane so I can make my drops
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Flying real low to avoid the cops
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Weighing my weed on a digital beam
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Wrapping it in a plastic quick so I can make my green
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My windows are tinted so nobody sees in it
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Wit mary jane and snow white the sky's the limit
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[Hook]
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[10] - My package is small, stack em in the entire wall
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Fuck the chotha must be loca
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Everything a nig |