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South Park Mexican
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Woodson And Worthing
Yeah, just erase everything, let me do this, huh This is damn filero, this is damn filero He on the mothafuckin' what sobrero The bake hood bring me some bake
Hey filero, pull up bass in this song, man I don't hear no bass, okay Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo here we go, man
Smoke on the kill, popped up on three wheel Want another peel, naw nigga I'ma chill Gone off the X, it's the SP-Mex Just made two twenty thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak, nah I need a freak I be freestyle flowing in my sleep Out to Houston, that's my damn home I like to get high, I need a bowl of honeycomb
Man hold 'em up, man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette Down for my raza mira lo que pasa When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas I'ma throw vato back to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado
One in a billion V12 engine In the same city with Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka, peace to Lil' Papa I be the shit, in Spanish I'm the kaka
I'ma take a picture of your butt naked sister And my killas got more pliers than wrencha Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it Twenty two holes in ya brand new outfit
Freestyle flow is all I come with I don't give a fuck, y'all stupid dumb bitch In the land of G's smoking QP's Smoke on kill, I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunked, do what with my thang Swang, lang, lang in the mothafuckin' brain Dumb, diddy, dum, did I, did I get dumb? I'ma get my gun, I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns, I mean the damn ass I'ma get a glass and than pull up some ras Mothafuckin' berry with a lil' cherry My mothafuckin' niggas is so damn very
So dam very mothafuckin' scary With the mothafuckin' what? What the Dirty Harry? I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I don't even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord Whipping boys down with my microphone cord Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
Straw to the nose, curl up my toes Selling that cane to them butt naked hoes Man, I ain't foolish but I do talk to bullets Better tell ya boys to cool it 'cause I grab it and I pull it, man
As I look up at the sky My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
As I look up at the sky My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
Man I put it down, I ain't tryin' to trip But I talk shit, in the syrup I'ma sip Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside, ain't no pump
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Trowed from the jump, purple ice in my cup Man I gotta have it, I ain't lying, I'm in love With the codeine on the Martin Luther King Left on crest crump, creep, creep my sterling
Like a whole scene I'm a mothafuckin' hook Pirex get shooked, I sell dope on foot I'ma understand, I'ma hustling man Rock the white sand, wash the white van
Get the fuck out if you see y'all jump out Undercover cops got their eyes on the south Just bought a house, never took a louse Everything I got come from a quarter ounce
That's what I started in the game with Niggas short stopping at the bunny what ridge If they want bricks gotta come to the hill Taking no less than a ten dollar bill
You can have the three five seven dollar pieces I'ma dress like a feign no gold and no cresses I got my gun, no time for fun Is Saturday night slang till I see the sun
Peace to Hulon and the what Tio Drinking in the plut and my nigga Pancho Ed Loco and my boy Jimmy Green Mothafuckin' Ken and my brother Roni
Man can you see? Don't put it pass me Fuck the R.I.P., I die for my G In the Orlens way back Scott Plaza Woodson 'n' worthin' patna 'cause as I
Hillwood hustla, that's my damn click Where we like to sell bricks and we like to fight pits I just had puppies but somebody stoled my dogs I'm telling young niggas I don't call the laws
When I fuckin' catch you I'ma pistol whip you Man better ask you older brother and sister Look what you done, I done fell off the subject Who wanna off my Bananan Republic?
Man, lets hoop at the Cloverland Park Bough my white teeth from the super Kmart On this damn mic I go so hard Forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car, man
As I look up at the sky My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
As I look up at the sky My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
Time to reload, shots trough your door I love fuckin' action, I can never say no Duce doubled O, duce till I go I wanna act dumb like I did one's before
Like toe to toe, any day low But if it know minute gone strike at the show Pack mack eleven, drink chronic seven Fuck it, Low G, my last name is 187
Shit is getting hectic, thug and convicted They all want my dope 'cause my shit is so addicted I'm down for my Lana, my shit is pure scama I'm riding on my low, low banging screwed up Santana
What y'all think, me and Low G wouln't ride together no more? My boy working on shit getting it right Coming this year 2002, this is for all the momies
But fuck y'all if y'all can't make tamales Man, this is for all my niggas, I'm drunk Nigga, I got the hiccups and it rhymes, huh
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