[Baby Bash:]
It's your boy, Baby Basherini mane, La Velvet clika
Representin' that yay area dawg
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin.

[South Park Mexican:]
Mr. SP baby.

[Baby Bash:]
SPM baby boy, South Park Mexican
With my nephew, young Happy P.
Man on the track, one love.

[South Park Mexican:]
One time for that Ikie.

[Baby Bash:]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 click mane, Houston, Texas mane
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane, check it out.

[Chorus: Baby Bash & Ikeman]
[Baby Bash:]
Where I come from, the City of Dank
Where niggas shoot hop, snort & smoke crank
Where anything's possible & nothin' fo' sho'
High off Khadafi mixed with blow.
[Ikeman:]
Well I come from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride & drip paint,
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swingin' on them things
Got the trunk with the bang cause the South on there stayin'.

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
Some you G's can't help it
We love our money green like a Boston Celtics
They felt it cause every saucy
Chicano's down with Latino Velvet
Don't get it twisted, we got some more in case you missed it
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic
Now every hour, a coward is devoured
Some perkin' off the powder, some slangin' go mental flowers
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the 4 door fleetwood caddy
Geekin' while we drinkin' or smartin' the puporalli
Valley jokers what we ran with
And them haters just can't stand it
They frantic cause us hispanics
Gigantic like the Titanic nigga
7 seas, I'm tryin' to cop 7 keys
All folks with the 209's got whole ones for 11 G's
So I ain't passin' Baby Bash all about that scrilla scratchin'
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion
18 with a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane
I'd like to praise the Mac God for showin' me the game.

[Chorus: Baby Bash & Ikeman]
[Baby Bash:]
Where I come from, the City of Dank
Where niggas shoot hop, snort & smoke crank
Where anything's possible & nothin' fo' sho'
High off Khadafi mixed with blow.
[Ikeman:]
Well I come from, the city of drank
Where niggas drop tar, ride & drip paint
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swingin' on them things
Got the trunk with the bang cause the South on there stayin'.

[Verse 2: Ikeman]
Off the top, all us realers double R we goin' hard
Foreign car we send low 'bout my fetty & the dough
For those that don't know it's 3 & a quarter for the bow
Lime green lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna rhyme
But oh, dollar shine, it takes time to make 'em blind
I'm on the grind to go & get
I got my gangsta ready to spit
I.K.E. about my digits
Feds want me cause I did it
I done flipped it into green, with my cousin' lil' beam
We be hoggin' up the scene with our mugs on mean
713, we coldest, from the jump they can't hold us
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know it's over
I.K.E & SPM & that Mexican Baby Bash
Down to make major cash from the bay to seven one tre
That's how we do it like some G's
Makin' money from these ki's
Every block we touch bleeds
About to put this game on freeze.

[Chorus: Baby Bash & Ikeman]
[Baby Bash:]
Where I come from, the City of Dank
Where niggas shoot hop, snort & smoke crank
Where anything's possible & nothin' fo' sho'
High off Khadafi mixed with blow.
[Ikeman:]
Well I come from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride & drip paint,
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swingin' on them things
Got the trunk with the bang cause the South on there stayin'.

[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]
Cognac sipper, born to crack flipper
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Jack Tripper
Glass slippers, on my smoke gray Lac
I was broke way back, walkin' down a train tracks
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse
Insane raps ridin' with strange cats
Plain gats, nothin' special but do the job
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find someone new to rob
Alot of what you smoke, alot of what you snort
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport
My only dance floor was the hot corner store
Beat 'em down, hold' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more
Chest cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a
Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor
Led blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to
It's the SPM sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta.

[Chorus: Baby Bash & Ikeman]
[Baby Bash:]
Where I come from, the City of Dank
Where niggas shoot hop, snort & smoke crank
Where anything's possible & nothin' fo' sho'
High off Khadafi mixed with blow.
[Ikeman:]
Well I come from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride & drip paint,
Grip the grain, switch the lane
Swingin' on them things
Got the trunk with the bang cause the South on there stayin'.