South Park Mexican — Vogues (Chopped and Screwed)
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Vogues (Chopped and Screwed) South Park Mexican04:52
Текст песни: Vogues (Chopped and Screwed)
Vogues Lyrics[Intro: SPM] No uh, no...This is my last one (Yes)--how much time we got? Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud I seem--haha Like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that--hahaha [Verse 1: SPM] In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper Fired my receptionist cause she a slow typer Candy green Viper, with the white striper Choppin' down Scott, slicer and dicer Keep my wrist iced up, just like my white cup Ass on the tight buck, bought Pop a nice truck Bang, Spice 1, round my neck a python Pack a four pound "do you wanna die" gun Puff like a dragon, slab Cadillac Brougham Stack cash in the back of a crack home Wreck 'em till the outro, show em' how the south go Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo No blue or red that's leaving fools dead Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw said Tré to the Clarke, back to the South Park Have you ever seen a nigga jus' freak a Skylark? [Hook: SPM] Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon' Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues fa sho mayne [Verse 2: SPM] I was a neighborhood drug dealer Hillwood high life fuckin' blood spilla In it for the money and not much else Picked up a pen and I struck wealth I was travelin' to different cities, different hoods Sometimes in arenas, sometimes in the woods Met a lot of fans I never knew had I get lil gifts and I give 'em to dad He puts 'em in a room with all my old trophies Things he looks at cause he ain't got no stories Of me growin up as a kid on Coral Street He left to the store and now we're four deep Came back ten years later "Mom there's a man outside, is he a neighbor?.. ..He said he lived in our house a long time ago.." "That's your dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go" [Hook: SPM] Ride, ride, ridin' on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon' Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them vogues fa sho mayne [Verse 3: SPM] Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces So I had to open up seven Dope Houses Cadillac bounces, started makin' thousands Draped up in 3 thousand dolla outfits Everybody happy, laws tryina trap me Pissed cause I quit and started comin' up rapping Higher than some scaffolding, sipping, laughing Stayin' on my toes like them hoes that be tapping I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper In my jag trippin' out on Zoolander Play fastball but I move kinda slow With some lil' freaks , y'all must be from Idaho I think I'm from Ohio, cause I'm kinda high-o I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though Killin brain cells, really isn't cool That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052, hah [Outro/Hook: SPM] Yup...that's me...blowin weed with my grandpa watchin' uhh...yo.. [humming] Creep n Crawl, crawl, on them eighty fo's, fa sho mayne, rollin round, round, on them killa vogues, fa sho mayne, creep n crawl, crawl, on them 84s...
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