south park mexican - o.g. lyrics
oooohh
uh
it’s the same ol’ sh-t in the same -ss place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my n-gg- still gettin’ too f-cked up
and i’m still smokin’ too much blunts
haters always gon’ run they mouth
and keep tryin’ to take me out
mama always gonna worry herself
and me i can’t forget the pain i felt
even though i drive a new 6 double 0
they be thinkin’ like “what is los frontin’ for?”
i bought a club and they filled up with envy
now every body p-ssed cuz they can’t get in free
new enemies still poppin’ up
throw away gats still chop ’em up
i walk in and the whole club stands still
more money more problems that’s real
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
my little baby-girl just turned 6
i gave her the biggest room in my crib
she gets what she wants so does her mama
i don’t think they know the value of a dollar
fine–ss b-tches all in my limosine
i just wish i was jumpin’ on my trampoline
but my babies i miss my children
to me that’s worth more than trillions and trillions
she calls me “fat-boy” says i’m “loco”
and she doesn’t understand when i gotta go
hope she doesn’t think i don’t wanna be wit her
hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
hope she knows that wit her i’m the happiest
i can’t make it to her piano practices
when i was young my ol’ man left us
and i pray dat she won’t be like i was
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
playa hataz wanna play me close
do you really wanna meet carlos?
do you really wanna feel my wrath?
mad cuz your b-tch want my aut-o-graph
n-gg- i don’t wanna f-ck yo’ hoe
but i’ll let her suck my d-ck and lick my -ss-hole (ha-
hah)
started out with a silly game of footsie
now i got her eatin’ out her best friends p-ssy
rollin’ hydro sippin’ on chris
when i was broke i would dream about this
get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
i don’t know her name but she’s showin mad love
i got 7 g’s sittin’ in my pants
and my jewlry is underneath those lamps
i’m gettin’ sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
once again i’m in the bed by myself
all alone in another city
i get my bill the chris was 9.50
2 g’s for them bottles of don p
it was just me and the hoes was free
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich and dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz and f-ck a rolly, life is what you make
it, homie.”
yeah, f-ck a benz, f-ck a rolly, family comes first,
and i’m alone,
ye-e-e-eah.
this is what an ol’ g told me, he died lonely…
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