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Lyrics for SPM vs Los by South Park Mexican:
| | | Artist: | South Park Mexican |
| | Album: | Never Change | | Track: | SPM vs Los | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 144 | | | | Lyrics: |
I was raised on beans and rice
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be
surprised
Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home cuz my head had
lice
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no
batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious talks
On how to keep the rats out the cereal
box
I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
We
never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns
havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's when you changed
The
weed hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after
joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a beautiful
wife
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only
live once
Take your family vacation and relax for a month
I'mma smoke
'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my boat
nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can
relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss
is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' but thrown I handle shit on my own
I got a camera
for every fuckin' inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do
a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G since daddy left me at the age of three
Now every
South Side crack-head pagin' me
Chill homie cut dad some slack
Sure he
left our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
We was
only seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just blast
from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't give up
And run around
town not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be
that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an illusion
You
did the impossible and took over Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do like you
Losin'
thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to
prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to
Mutha fuck you
nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No
mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets
bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous bitches
pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too
all it takes is one
bullet to kill me and you
Damn dawg, you hear that gun
shot?
Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!
All my people
fight da evil
Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon
get fucked up and beat they women
All the children need someone to show them they can't be
someone
Mad at me cuz I came up, I don't understand what y'all want
Say,
Los, check this out, man.
What up, SPM?
Say, let's just
smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out.
Well, we could smoke a
joint, I dunno about all that other shit.
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