Low G - Who's Over There lyrics

[South Park Mexican] Yeah I just wanna Say, "I love all you, haters" It's not your fault You was raised to like the smell of sh** Us players would like to, smell the roses Chorus: Marilyn Rylander Who's over there No one said that Life was fair You haters come from Everywhere Y'all haters just Because you're scared [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Broken dreams, to be the coke king Everyone asleep except me and the dope fiends 5 A.M. sittin' on the corner The day's gettin' warmer, but my heart's gettin' colder Sold my last boulder, let the storm pa** over Never touch my dough I'm only the cash holder Soldier I sleep with one eye open In the land where you see men die, smokin' Let the fry soak in, water, water Hillwood cowboy, f**in' down the farmer's daughter Street saga Corner store robber Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama Baller My block hotter than lava The wetback In love with my mojada Papa, sh** talker, dick dropper SPM, the rap Skyywalker Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Low G] Which road will I travel White sand or hard gravel f** a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow I'm in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies Cause I'm chippin' dope, all across the seven seas Low G and the wheeze of the Vo-C At the ranch where my weed plants grow free December 9 A child was born with no heart Since a kid They said I wouldn't go far Ghetto scars, tryin' to keep away from mero bars The jura's hour f** Escobar Entity of drogas, I roll with top soldiers If they approach us, I bury those co*kroaches Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I ain't start from the bottom I dug myself out a hole Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow Now my snow crystal, my sh** primo Toe taggin' haters with a tiny torpedo Desillo Me and my nuts make a good trio I'm the n***a pissin' in my cup for my P.O Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey In every song, I give a piece of my history This be reality They wanna battle me But that'll be the day Gather up my family Packin' heat Pick 'em up, like a sack of meat Most my n***as dead Or walkin' round with shackled feet We had to eat, you can ask these cops I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks They smoked non-stop I watched as the crack melted I comes real cause I really can't help it Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican] Yeah, this one goes out to all my players You know what I'm sayin' Don't let them haters keep you down, man Besides Anybody who lets a hater get 'em down Ten times out of ten is a hater I ain't trippin' We comin' down, baby, 2000 Just like that