): We always will.... Remember you... We always will... Have love for you... A taste of life.... And now your gone... You found a life.... In the Land of the Lost
Übersetzung: South Park Mexican. Land Of The Lost (feat. Marilyn Rylander).
Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):] We always will.... Remember you... We always will... Have love for you... A taste of life.... And now your gone... You found a life.... In the Land of the Lost
keep my shit flavoured. Be an originator, Mr. CrimeRhymeSayer, All you niggaz sound alike, who's the real creator? Cause I see a lot of fakers, lost dream
Shits getting colda Don't flip the strip and you might dip into a coma I the bomba Bomba I'ma let you know que onda Que onda In the South Park
gone sour Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from Tony Starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
Wall] I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger finger
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night
[spm] - South park from the heart jump start The game everybody in my hood selling Crack cocane [hook] On my block everything goes (goes) Diamond rings
I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once again it'
Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from tony starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks He's a loan
through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger
I through the Tri-Borough Bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'm a second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death Park side, Queen's niggaz represent Long Isle, how we do? They know our style Represent niggaz in and out
I'm lost and I'm blind, still I'm gon' handle mine Have ya homie leakin cuz he bumpin mo' than camel spines In the hood I vandalize, land of fiends and
screens gon glow These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick Everytime I come round the corner [Paul Wall] I'm from the land of opportunity
I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger
