is weed and alcohol I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink I'm from Hillwood
to my boys up in Pasadene Its all sweet and beautiful Shine my nails and cuticles My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" [Chorus: Ayana] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never
out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park
double-oh-seven (100.7) This is for you fellas Ha ha ha Something I cooked up the Dope House In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah [Verse One] Roll Cadillacs never
ripper I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter Jump my 45er race car driver Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva Love for the South sider and
do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus] [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin lot Parkin a
Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (everybody) Stay on your grind (and can you feel me
batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box [SPM] I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never
funeral [Chorus] 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
[SPM] Fresh off the cut, mama who? mama what? Take a 40-ounce hard to the gut On the run so call me the perro In the club with a sharp ass filero Ya'
it was before Now we need it even more Fire falling from the sky Innocence just said goodbye It may never be the same Maybe it was time to change
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you He never make it rain, like Southern California Where's your
: Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue)... [DJ Clue] New Outkast For my dirty South Niggas [Outkast] Out of the basement Out of the dungeon
to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin
campaign, and known to Break the Law for some change I'm the roughest, toughest, Mother Fucka, that Hood Star From South Park for you Mother Fucka
house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss
: "The story you're about to see, occured along the main trading route, on the border between the North and South.. at a small outpost called Red Clay
steal ya bling, bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin' ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park