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South Park Mexican - Screwed Up Tape lyrics
[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And god thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me and not Guero Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood Go to revillations in your little black wood Mom is all worried and that fucking shit hurts I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall Sell you an 80 I won't charge you for the straw They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty I went to prison and came back an animal Southside, Houston's murder capital My crew is cursed, shoot you first Died next to a stupid nurse Put you in the bluest hearse I'll see your ass at Lucifer [Chorus - 2x] 6 in the morning police at my door Fresh, scoop of Coke across my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape [Low-G] My green light, aloe sayed chiquito cagapalo haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow Here he comes that 5-O asked me for i.d. Play on his computer and finds some felonies I was high, fly and a D.W.I. Every question asked I came back with a lie he was searching my ride and found my 45 That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my nine Instead I ran, now your boy got away That night we celebrate like it was a holiday I use to be broke didn't have big faces I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages No T.V. and no cartoons My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs [Chorus - 2x] [South Park Mexican] I don't know what the fuck, I'ma come have some bud Who want to fuck with us, brown like snuff or upper cuts Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me Balls and that's all I need, smoking bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony This ain't motherfucking breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone Known to kill my fucking own, blame Houston cause that's my home How can I make it when it won't clear My bud done look like daffadille 17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier My people come, like Babylon, mexican and african Few white boys that's family, asian and mohamilly Indian and that Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that ardachoke Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke [Chorus] [Chorus 2] Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes Bumping my shit, riding on vogues Went to the park to get the scoop Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops |
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