Lyrics South Park Mexican

South Park Mexican

The System

This Ones for those on the dead end street

hustlin hard to make all they ends meet

I hope one day I see yo benz creep

watch for the jealousy that most friends keep

S-P got the Bentley

all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me

I used to be just like you

slangin crack rock on the avenue

Packin glocks and runnin from cops

most of my clients like they cane on the rocks

Gun shots like 2 blocks away

I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today

Neva mind cause I don't wanna know

I just lost two good friends in the row

One second things is lookin beautiful

the next second you can start off the funeral

All my friends are in the dead end street

Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P

You cant win there aint no way no how

Clock your change and get the fuck on out

We was Pirex shakers

Sunny Side money makers

In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz

Quick snappers the store where we slung at

Everybody knew me for my hundred packs

Across the street was law elementry

my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me

They wanna be like me a tru hustla

cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla

The dope deala I aint tryina brag but

fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub

I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord

slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for

im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor

when hurricanes would kome id run next door

to my homies house his name is huet hodges

we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise

All my friends are in the dead end street

Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P

You cant win there aint no way no how

Clock your change and get the fuck on out

99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers

get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers

And the One percent that made it was pure luck

but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck

cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times

and in his mind he was shot a thousand times

Without peace there can be no happiness

I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics

Im not sure exaclty what my religion is

I just know I thank god for my little kids

this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs

then they arrest us after we done make it big

they take our money our cars and our houses

now tell me whos really sellin the ounces

and any cash that we might have hidden

goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison

All my friends are in the dead end street

Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P

You cant win there aint no way no how

Clock your change and get the fuck on out

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