Lyrics South Park Mexican

South Park Mexican

Screwed Up Tape

Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did

And god thanks for all the times you let me live

I should of been dead a long time ago

Should of been me and not Guero

Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood

Go to revillations in your little black wood

Mom is all worried and that fucking shit hurts

I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first

Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall

Sell you an 80 I won't charge you for the straw

They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly

Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty

I went to prison and came back an animal

Southside, Houston's murder capital

My crew is cursed, shoot you first

Died next to a stupid nurse

Put you in the bluest hearse

I'll see your ass at Lucifer

6 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordans creepin across my bathroom floor

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape

(2x)

My green light, aloe sayed chiquito cagapalo

haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow

Here he comes that 5-O asked me for i.d.

Play on his computer and finds some felonies

I was high, fly and a D.W.I.

Every question asked I came back with a lie

he was searching my ride and found my 45

That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my nine

Instead I ran, now your boy got away

That night we celebrate like it was a holiday

I use to be broke didn't have big faces

I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages

No T.V. and no cartoons

My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons

I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff

No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs

6 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordans creepin across my bathroom floor

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape

(2x)

I don't know what the fuck, I'ma come have some bud

Who want to fuck with us, brown like snuff or upper cuts

Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy

I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me

Balls and that's all I need, smoking bitches crossing me

When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony

This ain't motherfucking breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone

Known to kill my fucking own, blame Houston cause that's my home

How can I make it when it won't clear

My bud done look like daffadille

17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier

My people come, like Babylon, mexican and african

Few white boys that's family, asian and mohamilly

Indian and that Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche

Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note

All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that ardachoke

Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke

6 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordans creepin across my bathroom floor

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape

Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes

Bumping my shit, riding on vogues

Went to the park to get the scoop

Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops