Lyrics South Park Mexican

South Park Mexican

Stay On Your Grind

Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know)

Stay on your grind (my people)

Stay on your grind (everybody)

Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)

Hustlas

Don't give a fuckstas

And we smoke like broke down mufflas

Paint pictures

Write scriptures

At the beach

30 deep riding ninjas

Smoke a owl I cant go without it

Me and my crew we always joke about it

In the back of the tour bus

With a gorgeous

Little ho just fucking all four of us

The game Lord its the drugs and fast hoes

Hotels with the beds with brass poles

Sip gallons

Cant keep my balance

I'm gonna have to shine like the boy Ritchie Valens

Iced medallion

Got a thick stallion

700 pounds coming straight from McAllen

Dogs of the leashes

Oh my Jesus

Leave in peace or leave in pieces

Stay on your grind (my brother)

Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah)

Stay on your grind (my people)

Stay on your grind (and everybody)

I'm gonna fly like Vince

Bubble like Prince

Momma just ain't been the same ever since

She cant believe I got all these fans

And she won't stop saving aluminum cans

I'm swanging and swerving

Woozing and worthing

Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon

But that was '82

I was acting a fool

The only Mexican in the whole damn school

The game will eat your ass up if you let it

That was back when crack was the epidemic

I'm gonna represent it

My house ain't rented

Always kept it real while you boys pretended

Lace my Pippins

Cook my chickens

They shot my boy missed me by inches

Now my flow harder than my dick is

You cant see me unless you buy some tickets

Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)

Stay on your grind (oh you special now)

Stay on your grind (the police baby)

Stay on your grind (my sisters)

I'm gonna stay about my paper

Built my house on a solid acre

Used to be broke

But I ain't tripping on that

Its 2002 I'm gonna flip in my 'Lac

And get gone in the wind

Chrome on the rim

Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend

Player hatings a sin

I got men that'll check you chinny-chin-chin

All his homeboys need revenge

Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems

I'm a interceptor off the record

Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors

I'm a movie director like Hannibal Lecter

I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper

But it taste like medicine

I'm fighting and wrestling

Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican

Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah)

Stay on your grind (and if you felling me)

Stay on your grind (yeah well well well)

Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby)

Stay on your grind

Stay on your grind

Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea)

Stay on your grind

I know and you know

And Dope House Records know baby yeah

And Wreck Shop and everybody

You gotta stay on your grind

If you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby