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South Park Mexican
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The S.O.N.
I will charge you like batteries fill you up with something that ain't got no calories I take half a Key and flip it like a pancake
An alcoholic you can tell 'cause my hands shake my brain half baked and my heart frozen stiff my chosen gift got pushed off a ocean cliff my dealin' styles put a nigga in a roomy house time past nigga look where they put me now I'll be home soon, lemme do these thousand months then pick me up in a limo filled up of crown and blunts
all my life it was struggle and trouble
she was missin on my house like a discovery shuttle is it hope for 'los, man I just can't call it doin push-ups in my cell with my homie mohammed he a muslim, I'm a christian but it makes no difference neither one of us will get a fuckin' thing for christmas (main chorse)
The dreams that I had fell apart with time on the corner posted up like the march of dimes
when I start to rhyme, people start to listen South Park where you ain't too smart for prison got a heartless vision, it's a heart condition pull a gun of a one, let it spark and twist em
my apartments isn't just your average place you can walk to the laundromat and catch a case be last in placeanother ghetto kid and then hit one lick and buy a benzo 6 it's a crazy spot, and everyday it's hot 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 where the pimps gettin payed, where it's ladies not
where the daughters are dying, and the mommas are crying where the sons and the S.O.N. facing all this time and the bottom line is you can slip just once and face about a thousand and fifteen months (main chorse)
This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong I was raised two blocks from an all day corner born in the storm I'm the Son of Norma Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song, This is my truth I apologize if it's wrong, I was raised two blocks from an all day corner Born in the storm I'm the S.O.N of has your car antenna ever disappeared in the night He wasn't tryna be mean he just needed a pipe one thing about a dope fiend they always chasing, that high that will never satisfy the craving nobody will save em, gotta pray for help but where's hope when they don't wanna save themselves all the money was filght and the feelings were guilty, why the fuck you think I drank until it almost killed me, the real they feel me and the rest of em love it I guess the life of a 'G' is an interesting subject and I'm like fuck that I just rap how I live it, I'm the king of Houston a lot of niggas hate to admit it, I bust first no questions fuck with blacks and mexicans some real white boys that will kill like is Korean, and rapped in Indians I give a fuck about race, I let real niggas in (main chorse)
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