South Park Mexican Lyrics
These Streets

[SPM:]
Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep
my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce
chunking 45. dunkin H town is just like Compton
kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound
softer than wet dough stack dollaz went to crack
college I like my salad with extra black olives
acknowledge keep my lac polished don´t mistake for
a fuckin rap artist I´m the one that shot slugs in
yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped
up none left known for car theft but in the
kitchen I´m the one top chef I cool whip it I ain´t
bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken

[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus it´s my therapy, take a 44 slug turn
the bitch to a memory, can show no love, cus these
hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these
streets keep calling me (calling me)

[Rasheed:]
Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a
second first I gotta tell my mom bye, maybe we can
talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts
than pecan pie. I´m the wrong guy homie I don´t
fuck around I´ve been a gangsta since way before
hustle town, SP low G ain´t no holding us there
ain´t no holding us, I don´t eat a lot of sweets
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but I smoke a bunch, you can go to lunch and nigga
you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit
is still going to sell, like I told my bitch if I´m
ever killed, you neva gonna find another
muthafucka more real, but say los maybe we can get
some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit
that they say. All my ladies in the house say
"OHHHHH" damn I forgot I´m in this bitch all alone.

[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus it´s my therapy, take a 44 slug turn
the bitch to a memory, can show no love, cus these
hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these
streets keep calling me (calling me)

[SPM:]
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H
town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler
starring at the mirror 17 coats to make the paint
clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride
keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side. paper
chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre,
sfree wheel skater. Breaker 1-9 shitting in the
sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,
all day service got jane burnin my weed is lime
green like frog named kermit, Bustin fuck the
reprocaution, blast him right before the radio
lunch in, bloody murder, not much of a converser
cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor.

[Chorus:]
Smoke bud cus it´s my therapy, take a 44 slug turn
the bitch to a memory, can show no love, cus these
hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these
streets keep calling me (calling me)