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spm - hustle town lyrics

[south park mexican talkin’:]
hustle town my city man!
born & raised baby
yo i dedicate this jam to all the single mother’s
raisin’ men in a big city
i know it’s hard
let ’em know what’s up filero.

[verse 1: filero]
i sell drugs with thugs
hittin’ licks off tricks
workin’ 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimp
mom’s beggin’ me to stop everyday
so scared for me to walkâ?¦. memory lane
but mom don’t worry my teck protect well
i told you one day this rap sh-t gon’ sell
’cause my heart been broke from the start
since the day my father died when i was 7 in the park
so i wrote the book
how to pimp hoes & kick do’s
& if i kill well than that’s just how this sh-t goes
pull yo’ strap.
what am i supposed to sweat?
this the 3rd time today that i come close to death.

[chorus: south park mexican]
hustle town hustle town
the city of dreams
where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
hustle town
this sh-t don’t stop
roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
hustle town
the city of dreams
where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
hustle town
this sh-t don’t stop
roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.

[verse 2: south park mexican]
set ’em up
wet ’em up
etceteras
tell your treasura
empty the regista
sh-t serious
i’ll give your life a period
well here he is
it’s the kid with experience
don’t start sh-t
mistake me for an artist
flash in the dark
someone tell ’em where his heart is
blue light.
who die?
tonight
maybe over 2 dice
maybe ’cause he blew fry
on top of ya
with that hillwood mafia
hard hittin’ hustlaz
beat the draws off of ya
knowledge
while my sh-t be flawless
dope house records step into my office.

[lord loco talkin’:]
it’s your boy lord loco.
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
representin’ that h-town wit my boy spm
we talkin’ about there’s alot of frauds out there. you know what i’m sayin’?
so what you think ‘about these fraud -ss n-gg-s los?

[verse 3: south park mexican]
you jackin’ jaws
i’m packin’ b-lls
smoke & split
i give mo’ gifts than santa clause
wit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hay
chug a lug for the thugs who done p-ssed away
mista da masta mystical mexican maniac
compet-tion
you other f-ckers make me laugh
you’s a b-tch if you hatin’ on my houston hits
i fight devil’s like you wit a crucifix
ruthless sh-t
with a shotty
take your body
gun kung fu
mixed wit ak karate
i’m sorry but you the past like atari
as i smoke like marty
stay brown like charlie.

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