South Park Mexican 3rd Wish Lyrics:
[SPM talking]
Eh he he he he
Hustle Town my city maan!
Born and raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to
all the single mothers
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' two jobs a dope
deala and 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 ya one day this
rap shit gone sell
But my heart been
broke from the start
Since the day my father
died when I was seven in
the park
So I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes and kick do's
And if I kill well than
that's just how the
shit go
Pull yo strap
What am I supposed to sweat
This the third time
today that I come close
to death

[Chorus: SPM]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked

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[Verse 2: SPM]
Set 'em up
Wet 'em up
Etceteras
Tell ya treasura
Empty the regista
Shit serious
I'll give ya life a period
Well here he is
The kid with experience
Don't start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light
Who die?
Tonight
Maybe over two dice
Maybe cause he blew fry
On top of ya
With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlas
Beat the draws off of ya
Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope House Records
step into my office

[Chorus: SPM]

[Lord Loco talking]
It's ya boy Lord Loco
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Representin' that
H-Town wit my boy SPM
There's a lot of frauds
out there know what I'm
sayin'
What you think 'bout them
fraud ass niggas Los?

[Verse 3: SPM]
Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke and split
I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause
Wit a cold forty-ounce
and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs
who done passed away
Mista da Masta
Mystical Mexican
Maniac
Competition ha ha
You muthafuckas make me laugh
You a bitch if you hatin'
on my Houston hits
I fight devils like
you wit a crucifix
Ruthless shit
With a shotty
Take ya body
Gun Kung Fu
Mixed wit AK Karate
I'm sorry but you the
past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown like Charlie

[Chorus: SPM]
Lyrics: 3rd Wish, South Park Mexican [end]