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south park mexican – woodson n worthin testo

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“woodson n worthin”

smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
want another peel naw n-gg- i’ma chill
gone off the x its the sp-mex
just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
hoes wanna speak nah i need a freak
i be freestyle flowing in my sleep
out to hous-tone that’s my dam home
i like to get high i need a bowl of honeycomb
man put em up man i can’t quit
i need a forty and a forty cigarette
down for my raza mira lo que pasa
when it get hot i’ma have to buy a raspa
maybe orchata check my palabras
i like girls with the real pretty patas
ima throw vato back to chase gato
spm mean south park mojado
1 in a billion v-12 engine
in the same city with destiny’s children
i’m off the rocka peace to lil’ papa
i be the sh-t, in spanish it’s the caca
i’ma take a picture of you’re but naked sister
and my killas got more pliers than wrencha
gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya’ brand new outfit
feestyle flow is all i come with
i don’t give a f-ck ya’ll stupid dumb b-tch
in the land of g’s smoking qp’s
smoke on kill i’ma smoke trees
man i get crunked do what with my thang
sw-ng lang lang in the mothaf-cking brain
dumb diddy dum did i did i get dumb
i’ma get my gun i’ma shoot off your thumb
shoot you in the buns i mean the dam -ss
i’ma get a gl-ss and than pull up some rasp
mothaf-cking berry with a lil cherry
my mothaf-ckin n-gg-s is so dam very
so dam very mothaf-ckin scary
with the mothaf-cking what what the dirty harry
i’ma say hi to my favorite cities
i dont even care if they what little bitty
i get on my knees and i thank the lord
whipping boys down with my microphone cord
swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
all my girls died like devirl ashurl
straw to the nose curl up my toes
selling that cane to them b-ttnaked hoes
man i aint foolish but i do talk to bullets
better tell ya boys to cool it
cause i grab it and i pull it man

[chorus x2:]
as i look up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls
i’m shakin can they break in
tryin to save a dog

[second verse:]
man i put it down i aint tryin to trip
but i talk sh-t in the syrup i’ma sip
peace to lil’ flip and my big homie hump
hillwood cloverland sunnyside aint no pump
throwed from the junk
purple ice in my cup
man i gotta have it i ain lyin
i’m in love with the codeine on the martin luther king
left on crespont three week by sterling
make a hoe sing on my motha f-ckin hook
pirates dat shook i sell dope on foot
momma understand i’m a hustlin man
rock the white sand
watch the white van
get the f-ck out if you see em jump out
undercover cops got they eyes on the south
just bought a house
never took a louse
everything i got come from a quarter ounce
that what i started in the game with
n-gg-s short stoppin at the body wood bridge
if they want bricks gotta come to the hill
takin no less then a ten dolla bill
you can have the three five seven dollar pieces
i’ma dress like a fiend in gold and no creases
i got ma gun
no time for fun
its sat-rday night slang til i see the sun
peace to hugh lun and the what the t-o
cricket in the plug and my n-gg- pancho
ed loco and my boy jimmy green
motha f-ckin kid and my brother rodney
man can you see dont put it p-ss me
f-ck the r.i.p.
i die for my g’s
in the orleans way back to sky plaza
woodson n worthin pobly cuz i’za
hillwood hustla
thats my d-mn click
but we sell bricks and we like to fight pigs
i just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs
i’m tellin you young n-gg-s i dont call the law
when i f-ckin catch ya
i’ma pistol whip ya
man betta ask yo olda brotha or ya sista
look what you done
i done fell off the subject
wo why the oh my bananna republic
man lets hoop at the cloverland park
bought my white tee from the super k-mart
on this dam mic i go so hard
fourty five hundred jolly rancher on my car

[chorus x2:]
as i look up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls
i’m shakin can they break in
tryin to save a dog

[low g:]
time to reload
shots through yo’ do’
i love f-ckin action i can never say no
deuce double 0
duece til i go
i wanna act bad like i did once befo’
like toe to toe
any day low
but if it at n minute i’m strup at the show
pack mac-11
drink chronic seven
f-ck it low g my last name is 187
sh-t is gettin hicted
thug aint convicted
they all want my dope cause my sh-t is so addictive
i’m down for my nina
my sh-t is pure skama
im ridin on my lowlow bangin screwed up santana

what ya’ll think
me and low g wasn’t ridin togetha no mo’
my boy workin on this sh-t gettin it right
comin out this year 2002
this is for all the mamies
f-ck ya’ll if you cant make tamales
man this for all my n-gg-s
i’m druk and i got the hiccups and it rhymed

- south park mexican testo

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