[South Park Mexican:]
I'm meetin' up with the governor
3 2 & the Hillwood Hustla
Comin' straight out the head though
From the brain representin' my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young
In the hood in my cadillac flyer, through the 'wood
Wit my homey Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang c**a
20 G's on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my n***as move dope on the corner
V12 motor vida loca
Now your b**h tryin' to give me her panocha
Bad sweet roller in my troka
& my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin' sana
For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cause I am the champion.
[South Park Mexican:]
It's the same ol' story though
n***a died 'cause he f**ed wit the wrong hoe
It's the sign of the times man
By a second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead G's
Fell short tryin' to stack up they Benji's
In the midst & the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You ain't sh** but a job for one of my k**ers.
How many n***as must die by the trigger?
I'm a sipper I'm a swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick & get wetter than a surfer
No reversin' my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I Don't love you I don't hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the f** of it
Gangsta n***a chuggin' sh**
Candy on my mothership
& haters they can s** a dick.
[Phone rings twice:]
[South Park Mexican:]
That's the god damn deal.
& that's the god damn deal.
[Man:]
Dope House.
[South Park Mexican:]
Uh. Yeah hold up man.
[Man:]
Who this be?
[South Park Mexican:]
This... This how we do this. Man.
[Man:]
Who?
[South Park Mexican:]
So this what it came to y'all the same crew
Old friends Southeast n***as claim blue
But I don't g**n.
I claim no color
She lost her son. What if that was your mother?
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
& I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in 2nd ward off of Sherman
That was back when n***as jammin' to Peewee Herman.
Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember f**in' Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasn't makin' hits
I was chasin' chicks havin' bad relationships.
Now I f** Asian b**hes fine Haitian b**hes
Romanian Italian some f**in' bang delicious
I went from pain to riches & I remain malicious
Shoot 'em up & leave 'em layin' in some strange positions.