dope house mind Who shines in the dark in these end of times Line after line who keep it the realest [Carolyn:] Only u cuz the others to scared to live
cause I'm a basketball hooper Out-run the trooper I'ma bring home the trophy like Cynthia Cooper Cucaracha in my ashtray a 40 on my lap I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans
'retta surf on the netta lookin for a shredder in a polo sweater beef gets settled straight from the ghetto say you comin back homeboy i keep espedo hillwood tx, not many mexicans
get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park Mexican
[Verse One] Straight outta South Park a real as nigga Up in Corpus Christ Texas with my Mexican killas We comin up together getting fortune and fame
(feat. South Park Mexican) [Intro: South Park Mexican and Tommy G] [South Park Mexican] Yo Tommy G? Look at that mark ass nigga all pussy Over that
But the Coalition stack and we pack...bombs The Terrorists is getting them later Under every politician's bed lays a detinator I'm from the streets of South Park
real my nigga Fuck these hoe ass niggas [Chorus x2] You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys You get your guns, I'll get my guns [South Park Mexican
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby
like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your