(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]
   Aint 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 didnt 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
   Aint 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 aint 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!