South Park Mexican — Revenge
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Revenge South Park Mexican05:29
Текст песни: Revenge
Revenge Lyrics[South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed He got Holes in his body from a Glock full of lead, he said Three motherfuckers that his lady knows Tried to jack his ass for his 84's Now in a Ben Taub sick bed My nigga lays up He got sprayed up Cause he wouldn't raise Caught three out of seven of the shots that rang Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same It sounds like a job for the uzi gat And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at For a real long time, we been the best of friends And I'll be damned if a nigga don't Get revenge I feel anger That I'm no stranger to Bustin' slugs in they guts, just a thang to do Why they pray for you Come and spray they crew I got Love for my homies, I thought you knew He said "Los, don't sweat it, let this shit Alone" But with these punk motherfuckers, I must pick a bone Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate Necks break, back snap, put him in Checkmate Lead take me to vengeance, send this Led this Ripping through tendons, I end this Because you bleed inside, and it hurts to cough I can't Take no advice, I gots to break 'em off Chorus: South Park Mexican Cause my revenge It tastes so sweet, I gotta do What my friends Would do for me You motherfuckers gotta Beg I'm askin' for action A. the fuckin' K I'm blastin', some ass in Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) My niggas check me, I'm thinking of a master plan I'm straight up blastin' gats, them fuckin' bastards ran I'm steady missin' all my homies who done bit The dust Got revenge cause them bitches wasn't shit To us Now what the fuck can I accomplish And when I'm dead Will I find myself on God's list Every night I give Thanks, I didn't die today, turnin' 'caine Into crack, and my mic away We dealin' cause we Feelin' that the Pay's right, hopin' momma never See me at my Grave site No daylight, play night cautiously Could be death, or my freedom, what is costin' me Lost in jail life, my wife be that Mary Jane And me streets got me strollin' Blueberry Lane Very same song sung in the south From the mouth of a hustler Never have I trusted a Trick or a ho or a dope fiend either Cause they smoke like a beaver, buildin' dams on the river Live a Life of a G til the D-A-Y Hittin' switches on the freeway high Don't reply cause me don't give a fuck What you hoes got to say 'bout me Hillwood funk Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) Stop short in your tracks, gats got the place surrounded Sounded two Warning shots, fuck on up, and you'll be grounded Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges Now her face is too straight In them fuckin' dog cages Pages of my book Turn like the wind blows On the paper of a crook Motherfuck, them hoes Him rose as a hustler Rose as a G Saves his flows to big eight Now he scores half a ki Some said in his head, he got insanity inside But all it really be is mathematically inclined, if behind You might find others takin' over Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda Baby know the fuckin' rules My cheese Is SOLID AS A ROCK With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers Best to get out the game 'Fore you die motherfuckers Busters trust us, but us hustlers trust No one You can sure run with no gun, that be a nigga slow guns So roll on the sweets Chug-a-lug on the eightball And see Where this motherfuckin' life is gon' take y'all The makers may Fall Repeat Chorus Twice
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