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south park mexican - lord loco's melody lyrics

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[verse 1]
the game on tilt dope house what i built
beans get spilt and n-ggas get k!lled
sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
king of the hill baby momma named jill
naw i ain’t trippin uhh maybe just a lil
peace to big will up in what nacogdoches
b-tt naked hoes’s doing my promotions
rats n roaches baseball coaches
that was ’82 now i stay by the ocean
in a 3 story while i while i read orley’s
j-p on my lap -ss flat like sigourny’s
she so h-rny outside its stormy
get my hydro from a n-gga named georgie
purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
in the game throwed till you hoes come and get me

[chorus: jc ad libs]

[verse 2]
i spit from the neck once again i’m a wreck
i like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
like my girl s-ssy, southern, and s-xy
creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
i’m like pesci in that movie goodfellas
i hang with dope sellers dear god can you help us
roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
n-gga you ain’t ballin take them 20’s off that taurus
apologizin momma i’m so sorry about the past
for everytime i didn’t clean the house and cut the gr-ss
or the time i threw up on your brand new couches
or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
drug dealing son ain’t much to be proud of
my only f-cking goal was to sew the whole town up
i promised to get out of the game so many times
it’s hard to explain so i wrote these lines

[chorus: jc ad libs]

[verse 3]
i put the codeine in my soda pop
cops lookin at me like i stole the drop
what i can’t have thangs like swing-a-langs
twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers
i’m a star like spangle my chain gon jangle
7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle
i’ma give my seiko to my homeboy pedro
i make hoes strip at every state show
n-ggas wanna k!ll me i’ll let y’all tell it
you know how many times i heard that sh-t
yall n-ggas sound like parrots
i’m a green beret y’all n-ggas green pa-rrots
i hit you from the back but you dont land on your chest
i pop stress pills like handlebars and x
i’ma buy things like rolls’s and jets
i left a mark on this game and didn’t get no credit
i got a song called hate and i can’t even spell it

[chorus: jc ad libs]



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