South Park Mexican - These Streets lyrics
rate me[SPM]
Its that boy los recking you niggas fo show dope house in the house hope you ready for more rollin chevrolet slow im blowing purplelish dro I knoe you here the trak niga watch me murder this hope is important you listen try to vision the vision ima pick up the pigeons n take them straight to the kichen aint no need to be bitchen baby plz stop fussin im grindin and hustling. gotta move out the hood cause its hotter than flames I aint naming no names but uh most of us slang is the joys of the pains of playin dangerous games got me locked up in chains still the dream remains these is struggling times im sheddin tears for my Gs in caskets and cages I guess that includes me finna smoke me a tree and zip some homemade wine is some older niga telling me to don’t waste time…….
[LUCKY LUCIANO]
This for the homeboys in (quoquestemi) free S P free lil B and till the day they let’em free ima hold it down in these H-town streets ya’l know me lil luky L same one supplying that money L third coner hustlers showin out for the boys out on lock who aint comin out sellin balls pimpin hoes man don’t stop that’s how it goes gotta make that dough and see the snow ese came up on this here flow stay a G till they bury me aint born non im on my feet ball until they catch me and give me a numba and TDC, till that day ima act an ass pinky ring and that Cadillac no stage the same and stack my cash and try to bring home a platinum plaque aint shit changed still zippin drank in a big red and power 8 after eight tryin to paper chase tryin to see how much I can make today playa made and strapped up wait’n on one of ya’ll to act up smoke you like my last blunt gloves on and matched up nigga what im a Houston representative hold it down for that dope house till they free that god damn Mexican
(chorus: S P M & L U C K Y L U C I A N O D O P E H O U S E R E C O R D S)2X
[SPM]
When I slide bout to bring this heavy and cold tryin to reach for my peace ok ready unload and so many been told but got no sense to listen walk away from the fire that’s your best decision so many souls have risen so many hoes have been done so many mothers have fainted now pick her up off the rug and take her out of the room don’t let her look at the body because she still cant believe that her son is inside’em im tryin to cope wit the laws and put the hope in the cross I remember all the times walkin broke through the malls no love for the browsers so I opened up houses moved ups and downs im the company founder my weed was browner but now its greenish and bluish on the streets I was learnin wit the rest of the students no scholarship and it felt like graduation was hell he wanted a dime so I broke a twenty using my nail soy el coyote del monte you know that boy el nombre famoso me llamo CARLOS COY el jefe de la compania dope house records I’dun wreck you niggas once now im comin for seconds and and the jealous of my steppin stones building my dynasty and the hate makes me stronger bitch you cannot silence me we all about pluses catching hydro busses im the truest why you think the fukin whole world love us the life of a thousand men if you aint a friend of mine I step to the niggaz and they like uh neva mind never been afraid to so I pray the day that I leave you’ll forgive me if I don’t get a chance to say goodbye G till my after life hillwood mastermind dope sells itself we don’t even have to advertise
CHORUS 2X
[LUCKY LUCIANO]
EY is two coldest Mexicans on the mic again playa of the year and the violinist ima sit in first chair till he get out of prison dope house records done crak a million diamond greenie chiviolin hotel rooms wit a lot of women I aint even had me a pot piss in chek me out I done bought a benz now to six wit four thirty off wreckin mics I aint sold a birdie if SPM didn’t find the kid in cyber quik ya’ll aint never heard me I show my ass every chance I got they showed the cash and the shit aint stopped gimme my props I stack me a knot now im independent now sitting on top bottles pop wit a coniak I got dimond rocks all up on my watch talkin bout gotta be in my sox got a 50 cal I don’t bot no glock from blak to black i grind and rob the block hit the blockers back in the parking lot im on chop chop in a drop top bitch back befo I got it lock hillwood take it off my dick wit the rows performance ima show respect RIP to Big Moe bet all screw Houston texas till the end ima represent and drew it off wit two kids keep stacking up these Benjamin and stayin that playa made Mexican
[JUAN GOTTI]
Uh waz up my man its ya boy juan gotti putting it down for the dope house familia rasheed, grimm, baby bash, low g, coast, quote-key, powda ,(minstris), Carolyn,major riely, fame, shadow, and of my two homeboys
CHORUS 2X
[JUAN GOTTI] continues
Roll wit the south park Mexican put it down in my screwed up Mexican gonna keep the teck back again got some putas why they laughin it happenin back again let it show one for my loces like (tirelin) row let it go on a show like changaro on the throne wit my boy got it locked and load got it locked and load gotta get away (ni mi chava me miraba que me pava wey I got it made slangin hoes all day roll in the zone getting blowed all day fly away what’chu know about dis ima spread the wings of your homeboys bitch don’t part the shit homes don’t slip my best friend my pistol grip roll on a roller smoke a blunt out of powda runnin through your neighborhood wit a gun on my shoulder bitch I sign all my postas put my gun in da holster with my finger ot the sky and give cheers when you toast to us cuz juan gotti ferocious getting high off some roaches give a fuck wat’chu want dope house click stays da closest handing haterz some roses swear to god dat’chu know dis im da coldest in da forest put the bull out of Taurus
[CAROLYNN]
Let me have the last verse I promise not to curse and homie you don’t have to be scared to go to church fuck a bitch that would ever disrespect gods house oh I promised not to curse Jaime block that one out my babies in prison so its hard to breathe I got a bible but I cant find what part to read my eyes start to bleed lord its dark indeed they tryin to sew us and its just another shark to feed still los is the king and dope still sell itself but I got the kind of pain that pain pills don’t help tryin to stack my stacks but its so hard to make it like that one bitch we sayin its so complicated put my life on a pad it could be happy and sad you got a cig if you my nig ima ask for a drag so wish me the best or wish me the worst if im cursed its just be another freestyle verse
CHORUS 3X
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