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Текст песни South park mexican - Dope Game

South park mexican - Dope Game слова песни


Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the Mex gon` last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I`m hard with the pain
I`m in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain`t trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton
Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse

[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don`t play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas

I remember long ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I`d be popular
I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn`t pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain`t got no credit cards except Mexican Express
I`ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors

[Chorus x2]

It`s the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I`ve come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I`m worldwide status on your satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, never at my house
Whether it`s the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl`s allowance
Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

[Chorus x2]

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