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South Park Mexican - Mexican Radio lyrics
(Spoken) One-double-oh-seven (100.7) This is for you fellas Ha ha ha Something I cooked up the Dope House In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah [Verse One] Roll Cadillacs never lie on ravs Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse Lost two grand last night shooting craps The I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps Just got a letter from my old best friend Doing twenty-five in the federal pen Wanna come home but he said until then Could I look over his three children They wake em up at five am for Fruit Loops Draped in white overalls and black boots Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice Now we need money for some chips and soups Run around town with a sack of rocks Polo shirt with the matching socks Mom I promise one day I'ma stop I'ma grow up and be a astro-naut [Chorus] I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio [Verse Two] Now daddy come first and daddy come next Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex I'ma get by and I'ma get high Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly Everybody knows that my back is not dry If you say it is you a d-d-damn lie Rolling through life like a tumbleweed I'm the young pres of my company Home catching hell cause I love my weed Baby can you please let your husband breathe Trying to dodge death and trying to dodge jail Old damn friends trying to do my gal People use to call me a bum from hell Laughed at my car when my muffler fell Chorus [Verse Three] Pull another bud from the fat ass dime Grippin wood grain let the seat recline Got the Asian girl with the big behind Take her to the telly and she love me long time Remember when I begged you to buy my tapes Now I buy cribs on the sides of lakes Pray to the Lord and ask why they hate Cuz they got the nuts 'bout the size of grapes Twenty-two inches on the thirty-two ton And the candy paint cost eighty-five hun Even if I'm in my swimming pool having fun Still I stay strapped with the waterproof gun I'm asking you please can you pray for me reverend When I die will I go to heaven Trying to count the tvs in my car I got eleven Pioneer read one-double-oh-seven Chorus The day is here What up baby Hustle Town Two double 0 one hun And it just don't quit No it just don't stop Chunk duce Blow truce |
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