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South Park Mexican - The 3rd Wish lyrics
f/ Grimm, Marilyn Rylander First Verse [SPM]: Another deadly ceremony, In a sacred territory, It was all done for the glory, You bitches ain't got nothin' for me O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D Live the life of the lowly, Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies, Show me the way out, stayin' ready for anything under the sun, Under the moon, under the stars, God I'm lookin' for somewhere to run Dumpin' my gun, as soon as I'm done, Leavin' 'em numb, with one in his lung, Livin' fast and dyin' young, always business never for fun Chorus [Marilyn Rylander]: Tell me what it is Tell me what you want For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh This is your last wishhhhhhh Tell me what it is Tell me what you need For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh This is your last wishhhhhhh Second Verse [SPM]: Bussin' our teflon, at the red dawn, I ain't fuckin' with nothin', get stepped on The purest, I'm the surest, playin' a tourist walkin' through Saigon, Been a hustler servin' up big bricks, And livin' my life to hit licks, Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick Stamina cannot be duplicated, Bite on the dust, you get faded, So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related Open up, open up your dopehouses Turning you men into mouses Saggin' my burgendy trousers, Letting you know how the South is Chorus Bridge One [Grimm & SPM]: <phone rings> SPM: "Dopehouse Records" Grimm: "Say man Los, man it ain't go right man, I'ma tell you man, Lil' Drugs dead man." SPM: "What?" Grimm: "Yeah, he's dead man" SPM: "Fuck" Grimm: "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don't look good bro, it don't look good, he bleedin' bad. We can't go to the hospital man, we ain't goin' to the hospital." SPM: "Yeah" Grimm: "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him." SPM: "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil' Drugs?" Grimm: "I'm sure man, he's gone baby, he's gone. We gotta get these muthafuckas." SPM: "Alright, hurry up." <ends phone conversation, SPM starts talking to himself> SPM: "Okay, this is it, I've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop." Third Verse [SPM]: I'm back once again for revenge, In an all-black bulletproof Benz, How will I get 'em? It just depends, Hook his ass up with all his dead friends, Here ye, here ye, sincerely, Why so many haters fear me? Dearly departed, y'all started some shit, and struck but couldn't come near me We're the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin' the top notch properties, Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin' nobody's apologies Follow me how do we master the first jack? Since the day I was born I was cursed Black, H-Town's where I'm doin' my dirt at, Robbin' you hoes on horseback Chorus |
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