(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!