Fordítás: South Park Mexican. Utcák A Beats (Remix).
-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy, We, put the streets on beats Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated, Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees, We, put the streets on beats
south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town
rompin Crusin through the East Side South of Compton See a big a** And I said 'word' I took a look at the face And the bitch was to the curb Hoe on my
vein In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself [Chorus] [South Park Mexican
[south park mexican] Wizard of oz. at the age of 14 In the orleans I met my first dope fiend A rock and roll king, but this was no dream Made so much
' down my rhyme Boy I beat yo lil' behind And stop and rewind, feel my lines Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine Little Christian on a mission But listen
the homies say A different beat, a different rap A different fool, a different gat Sorry but we're never gonna go away [repeat 2x] [south park mexican
at a light Put the 8 at my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gayes Greatest hits Turn the beat up Have the base cold rompin Crusin through the East Side South
jumped out the back window But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four He beat me to the left He beat me to the right The mother fucker beat my ass
Woooooo, good morning, ladies. You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums
he said Woo, good morning ladies You like that shit man? Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man I tell you what My man on the guitar Ay, fool on the drums
Woooooo, good morning, ladies. You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the
on fire, like I never left Kept your eyes on my family, and never slept Snatched my ass out the streets, and put a mic in my hand Put my strap on the
get yo gun Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around But, we sipping on that syrup over on my side of town [Eternal] On my side of town, realest
[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
bittin Spray paintin on the wall Territory gang fightin In get this feeling as I begin to write down shit Lyrics get tossed on to a beat when it's on