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south park mexican – in my hood lyrics

[verse 1:]
one two buckle that fool,
he’s f-cking with me, if he’s f-cking with you
hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
got 2 44’s so i’m not home alone
push a pencil like a stone on a sat-rday night
i choke a hoe from my tow like i’m grabbing the mic
they bought me a used dirt bike
a year later it was used to serve white
ghetto bird on top of us,punk -ss officers
mad cause my closet full of guns & nauticas
rocking up duckies, for fiends and junkies
got more cheese than chuckies,and get my weed from uglies
it’s all lovely,just bought a pitbull puppy
that’s guaranteed to make me a sh-t full of money
man i just couldn’t study,in school i was nervous
so i left i cant even write in cursive.

[chorus:]
what do you see in my hood, i see gangsters everywhere every where [x2]

[verse 2:]
and i’m going live,liver than the rest,
i told my mom while i’m lock take it as a test
up in garza west smoking on a skinny square
three more and i believe i can get me there
ill be home soon i promise that,
i be trippin cause now they say my daughter rap
7 years old (i’m 8 now dad),they say she real cold,
she my motherf-cking life for real dow
lord knows that he got me here for a reason,
what it is i don’t know but yo boy breathing,
they dint kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me,
i been slanging since i got kicked out of milby
last ten years been a cold jungle,
in the streets selling dope to my own uncle
born thug they gonna hate me till i’m bagged up,
i’m my casket ill probally still be handcuffed.

[chorus x1]

[verse 3:]
i come from the slums,southside houston,
changed to screwston,the day screwed moved on
and i miss em,wish i could hug and kiss em,
he was asking for help but no one would listen
reminiscing acting like a fool at roxy,
jealous n-gg-s looking but refuse to box me
i don’t blame em dow,i would jump on stage and flow,
and holla f-ck the police and the radio
they cant stop me,but certainly them hoes can try,
i started dope house back when i was smoking fry
in the penn i just wish i had one made,
i swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid
just made mix-bread with roastbeef
got my boy pulling meat out his gold teeth
on the mic i destroy any earth-a-ling,
my new song called p-ssy, weed, and burger king.

[chorus x2]

- south park mexican lyrics

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