Lyrics South Park Mexican

South Park Mexican

In My Hood

One Two Buckle That Fool,

He's Fucking With Me, If He's Fucking With You

Hillwood To My Bones, To My Chromosomes

Got 2 44's So I'm Not Home Alone

Push a Pencil Like A Stone On A Saturday Night

I Choke a hoe From My Tow Like I'm Grabbing The Mic

They Bought Me A Used Dirt Bike

A Year Later It Was Used To Serve White

Ghetto Bird On Top Of Us,punk ass Officers

Mad Cause My Closet Full Of Guns & Nauticas

Rocking Up Duckies, for fiends and junkies

Got More Cheese Than Chuckies,And Get My weed From Uglies

It's All Lovely,Just Bought A Pitbull Puppy

That's Guaranteed To Make Me A Shit Full Of Money

Man I Just Couldn't Study,In School I Was Nervous

So I Left I Cant even Write In Cursive.

What Do You See In My Hood, I See Gangsters Everywhere Every where

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And I'm Going Live,Liver Than The Rest,

I Told My Mom While I'm Lock Take It As A Test

Up In Garza West Smoking On A Skinny Square

Three More And I believe I Can Get Me There

Ill Be Home Soon I Promise That,

I Be Trippin Cause Now They Say My Daughter Rap

7 Years Old (I'm 8 Now Dad),They Say She Real Cold,

She My Motherfucking Life For Real Dow

Lord Knows That He Got Me Here For A Reason,

What It Is I Don't Know But Yo Boy Breathing,

They Dint Kill Me So Now Them hoes Gotta Feel Me,

I Been Slanging Since I Got Kicked Out Of Milby

Last Ten Years Been A Cold Jungle,

In The Streets Selling Dope To My Own Uncle

Born Thug They Gonna Hate Me Till I'm Bagged Up,

I'm My Casket Ill Probally Still Be Handcuffed.

What Do You See In My Hood, I See Gangsters Everywhere Every where

I Come From The Slums,Southside Houston,

Changed To Screwston,The Day Screwed Moved On

And I Miss Em,Wish I Could Hug And Kiss Em,

He Was Asking For Help But No One Would Listen

Reminiscing Acting Like A Fool At Roxy,

Jealous Niggas Looking But Refuse To Box Me

I Don't Blame Em Dow,I Would Jump On Stage And Flow,

And Holla Fuck The Police And The Radio

They Cant Stop Me,But Certainly Them hoes Can Try,

I Started Dope House Back When I Was Smoking Fry

In The Penn I Just Wish I Had One Made,

I Swear To GOD these hoes Hate To See Us Paid

Just Made Mix-Bread With Roastbeef

Got My Boy Pulling Meat Out His Gold Teeth

On The Mic I Destroy Any Earth-a-ling,

My New Song Called pussy, Weed, and Burger King.

What Do You See In My Hood, I See Gangsters Everywhere Every where

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