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south park mexican - mafiosos lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the hillwood hustla
comin straight out the head though
from the brain representin my ghetto
its a trip how they die young
in the hood in my cadillac flyer, thru the ‘wood
wit my homie iatola in the clover
pink soda mind of a noter
lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 g’z on my team villanova
blow marijuana in the sauna
while my n-gg-s move dope on the corner
v-12 motor vida loca
now your b-tch trying to give me her panocha
fat sweet roller in my trocka
and my girl called the cops cuz i choked her
copa cabana thankin santa
for the keyboard that came wit the sampler
turn up the clarion wit the stelly on
she wit me cuz i am the champion

[verse 2]
its the same ol story though
n-gg- died cuz he f-cked wit the wrong hoe
its the sign of the times man
by second thank god that i’m alive man
peace to my dead g’s
fell short trying to stack up they benjis
in the midst and the fog
boys wanna squab
all on my d-ck like corn on the cob
you aint sh-t but a job for one of my killer
how many n-gg-s must die by the trigga
im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
no reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
i dont love you i dont hate you but i will misplace you
in the gutter for the f-ck of it
gangsta n-gg- chuggin sh-t candy on my mothership
and haters they can suck a d-ck

[verse 3]
so this what it came to yall the same crew
old friends southeast n-gg-s claim blue
but i dont g-ngb-ng i claim no color
she lost her son what if that was your mother
i sit back in my ’92 blue ‘lac
and i support foundations like lulac
i went to alma in second ward offa sherman
that was back when n-gg-s jammin to pee wee herman
smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
i remember f-ckin liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making hits
i was chasing chicks having bad relationships
now i f-ck asian b-tches fine haitian b-tches
romanian italian some f-cking bang delicious
i went from pain to rich and i remain malicious
shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions

- south park mexican lyrics

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