eva Slangin hierba diez bolas al toke Slangin ink con placazos al sobres Slang my cornbread, dessert and a juice Saw my homeboy get shot on the news Now you know what this Mexican
Now I'm Laying Down To Sleep I Press My Heart Soul To Keep Now Should Die Before I Wake, I Prays My Lord My Soul To Take I Love My Mommy and I Love My
Is it real, Tell me are we real, Are u just sayin' things that I wanna hear, Are u really true, Baby is it destiny, Are u the one that god made and he
We heard the word now, we know just what you're thinkin', you want us dead now, you wanna see us sinkin'. We have no choice now, this is the game you'
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pit bulls You simple, I'm complex And coming on next, oh take a wild guess, the South Park Mex Spark sess
throw up or go nuts My people dying and I fucking love em so much My homie's brother got killed in a car chase Cops tried to pull him over back on Park
Spooniqua: Girl I like this club, that DJ is jamming, did you see Dope house veldja looking at you? Yaya: Oh ya,ya, see that man, he looks fine man!
I slang In the sunshine or in the rain Fuck the fake don't fake the funk Buy my batch & bake it up Taste my dope & numb your mouth Pure cocaine straight from the south
gangsta's how we come We're commin gangsta and wreckin for Houston [Powda] Break it down, watch me clown I'mma break'em off Can't fuck with this Mexican Bitch from the South
im damne if i do and damned if dont holla fuck the world with ma chest full of smoke i choke on ma
s too fat, the banks can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on a beach chair
,lets take a cruise I done did the game every which way but loose Nuthin left to do except collect my cash And I bet that ass that the Mexico gon` last
at night (BASH) Hit the-hit the dope house cause I had to recop it I need some Purity so I screwed it and chopped it Haters can't block it, f!*?# a ___ ___ Mexican
[SPM:] Man I don't like the way I did that, Filero. Look, rewind it & uh... rewind the music, let me try to do it one more time. [Drums sound:] [Phone
things that I asked the Reverend, "Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?" The other day I spoke to the Reverend, to see if he'd say that Mexicans
Carolyn] (oohs at beginning) [SPM:] Yo, Blowin on a sack of flight, building up my appetite See my homies eatin and I be like "Can I have a bite?" Last
Im meatin up wihe governa, 3 2 andthe Hillwood husla im comin sraight out the head though, from the brain representin my ghetto, its a trip how they
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts