South Park Mexican Lyrics
South Park Mexican Lyrics
"Red Beams And Rice Lyrics"
Home as Found Lyrics
Well it should have been the first place But instead it was the last It was a place that only you could love All the gin was spiked with water From a fever or a storm All the business went as usual Ripped and forever torn I'm going home as found Going home as found I'm going home as found Going home as found It was a good day for the panther It was a bad day for the sheep It was a shot of certain wisdom
Well it should have been the first place But instead it was the last It was a place that only you could love All the gin was spiked with water From a fever or a storm All the business went as usual Ripped and forever torn I'm going home as found Going home as found I'm going home as found Going home as found It was a good day for the panther It was a bad day for the sheep It was a shot of certain wisdom
[South Park Mexican]
Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas
And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass
In my cutlass, 1982
My baby mama tell me Los I ain't afraid of you
Fuck you during 15 percent of all my skrilla
Man that's the mother of my children I can't kill her
So I break bread and proceed to get head
From a blonde bitch but her pussy hair red
Strawberry patch got my back scratched up
These other niggas rapping but they can't catch up
I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord
Peace to Filero representng Freeport
I'ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska
I'm sipping on a twoza and a twelve ounce shasta
Docha Cabanna on my Nana Republic
I keep my shit rugged cause the real niggas love it
What's the rock cooking, nah I'm cooking rock
Got my bitch working at the butt naked spot
I'ma bunny hop my new drop out the shop
Peace to Big Chief from the
Problem Lyrics
What's wrong with you She said nothing much I'm just figuring out The voices in my head What's wrong with you She said she said I wish I could tell myself Tell yourself she said... I've got this problem called anxiety got another Problem overanalyzing... When your'e with someone Who cares there's no fears Kiss the cheek and dry the tears I wish I could be there The days must seem like years
what, Rap-A-LotWhat's wrong with you She said nothing much I'm just figuring out The voices in my head What's wrong with you She said she said I wish I could tell myself Tell yourself she said... I've got this problem called anxiety got another Problem overanalyzing... When your'e with someone Who cares there's no fears Kiss the cheek and dry the tears I wish I could be there The days must seem like years
I'ma hogging dog while I creep in the fog
Pull out my dick and tell my bitch I need a job
If you want service, I'm at 1-800-Murders
Flipping chickens while you niggas flipping cheeseburgers
I'm sipping on Durbas, wetter than some surfers
Man I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus
Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses
I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches
No way the churches could ever clean my paper
Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad I don't hate you
Soy Carlos Coy ese vato es bien loco
Seventeen ki's and started off with one ocho
[Chorus]
We kick in doors, we robbing stores
Creep 64's, welcome to gangsta life
Packing beams, destroying dreams
Sag dickie jeans, we make them see the light
In studios, with mafios, fuck jazzy hoes
It just don't ever stop, so industry, prepare for me
That double C, my nuts is all I got<
Gotta See Jane Lyrics
From the Album: * Lovesweat Red light, green light, speedin’ trough the dark night, drivin’ trough the poundin’ rain I gotta see Jane Windshield, wiper splashin’, splashin’, callin’ out her name Just gotta see Jane I left her arms to find my way To find a place for me in the world outsid I wasn’t alive, I could not survive The frantic pace, the constant chase to win the race, turned my heart cold in
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From the Album: * Lovesweat Red light, green light, speedin’ trough the dark night, drivin’ trough the poundin’ rain I gotta see Jane Windshield, wiper splashin’, splashin’, callin’ out her name Just gotta see Jane I left her arms to find my way To find a place for me in the world outsid I wasn’t alive, I could not survive The frantic pace, the constant chase to win the race, turned my heart cold in
[South Park Mexican]
I walk in the club niggas stare at me
Bitch you got something you want to share with me
Can't we just all live mare-ly
Motherfuckers just wishing they could burry me
I pull my quete, mom say I'm just like my jefe
Creeping my carrucha, banging screw
Tropa F, soy el S P M for my jente
They want me on the billboard to say got leche
Remember me from Reveille, X bitch was bare-ly
Everytime a nigga got shot cops questioned me
Teenage murderer, gat named Ursla
Chunked her and the baker she the bitch they searching for
[Juan Gotti]
Rolling out the hood, I came from the impossible
Up a long gonna make it to a Conoco
And if I did, what makes you think I'd have the dough
Hollering like that, is making me unstoppable
I'ma drop a fool and let him feel these things
Ghetto vero pack a fero show you who I am
I'ma make a change, didn't show the gam
Revolution Lyrics
It's our time To make a stand You and me one by one Up against the man It's about time To understand You and were the ones With the upper hand Revolution Can you hear me This is our time Revolution Are you with me It's about time It's our time Where here to stay It's begun everyone better fuckin pray It's about time Were not afraid One by one by the gun Now your gonna paye
Want to know my name, and you heard of me
I don't love a bitch, and motherfuck a hoe
Work at Stop-&-Go, cool like an eskimo
Down to shovels, no, and blizzard blind the game
No more dying, this pusher just can't be in vein
I'ma see it, believe it we gone beat this man
In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same
Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth
He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself
[Chorus]
(South Park Mexican talking)
That's all I got in this, dirty, dirty fucking game
Uh, slanging cocaine, uh, and pack my little thang, uh
I got a nice aim, uh, it's about money, fuck fame
It ain't no shame, I'ma come down sun or rain
S.P. motherfucking mexicano, actin bad one throwed vato
From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that's my mato
I rock hoes, I rock shows, I pop foes, what's the deal
We in this bitch freestyling (laughs)
It's our time To make a stand You and me one by one Up against the man It's about time To understand You and were the ones With the upper hand Revolution Can you hear me This is our time Revolution Are you with me It's about time It's our time Where here to stay It's begun everyone better fuckin pray It's about time Were not afraid One by one by the gun Now your gonna pay
Want to know my name, and you heard of me
I don't love a bitch, and motherfuck a hoe
Work at Stop-&-Go, cool like an eskimo
Down to shovels, no, and blizzard blind the game
No more dying, this pusher just can't be in vein
I'ma see it, believe it we gone beat this man
In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same
Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth
He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself
[Chorus]
(South Park Mexican talking)
That's all I got in this, dirty, dirty fucking game
Uh, slanging cocaine, uh, and pack my little thang, uh
I got a nice aim, uh, it's about money, fuck fame
It ain't no shame, I'ma come down sun or rain
S.P. motherfucking mexicano, actin bad one throwed vato
From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that's my mato
I rock hoes, I rock shows, I pop foes, what's the deal
We in this bitch freestyling (laughs)