south park mexican spm - 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 chromozomes
got 2 44’s so im not home alone
push a pencil like a stone on a sat-rday night
i choke a hoe from my tow like im 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 & knockas
rocking up duckies,for fiends and jumbies
got more cheese than chuckies,and get my weed from uglies
i’ts 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 can’t even write in cursive.
[chorus:]
what do you see in my hood, i see gangstas everywhere everry wherrre [x2]
[verse 2:]
and im going live,liver than the rest,
i told my mom while im lock take it as a test
up in garza west smokin 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 (im 8 now dad),they say she real cold,
she my m-th-f-ckin life for real dow
lord knows that he got me here for a reason,
what it is i don’t know but yo boy breathin,
they dint kill me so now them hoes gotta feel me,
i been slangin since i got kicked out of milby
last ten years been a cold jungle,
in the streets sellin dope to my own uncle
born thug they gon hate me till im bagged up,
im my casket i’ll probally still be handcuffed.
[chrorus x1]
[verse 3:]
i come from the slums,southside houston,
changed to screwston,the day screw moved on
and i miss em,wish i could hug and kiss em,
he was asking for help but no one would listen
reminisim acting like a fool at roxy,
jealouse n-gg-z 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 can’t 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 pullin meat out his gold teeth
on the mic i destroy any earthaleen,
my new song called p-ssy meat in burger king.
[chorus x2]
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