Текст песни South Park Mexican f Ayana M. - Boys On Da Cut
South Park Mexican f Ayana M. - Boys On Da Cut слова песни
[First Verse]I woke up quick, at around twoJumped in my benz, picked up DJ ScrewBoys out there, makin` them tapesSeparate the real niggas from the fakesMy boy just got out, did a flat tenAnd he just can`t stop talkin` bout that penMy best friend, but time destroys all menNow he don`t give a fuck about goin` againIt ain`t all good, but I ain`t missin` no moneyI`m just a thug muthafucka and you can`t take nothin` from meSomebody once said they wanna see me deadThe next week they found the boy with two holes in his headI break bread with my killas in the H-TXIt`s the SP-Mex, in the all black stretchKnown for my purity, pride, and securityA house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry[Chorus: repeat 2X]Cuz the boys on the cut don`t give a fuckYou come talkin` that shit, your eyes get shutBoys out there, slangin` that yayOnly pussy muthafuckas say that crime don`t pay[Second Verse]The time has come, and the day is hereTwo thousand one, is my muthafuckin` yearI come from the head, it`s the boy named LosThe one that got everybody on they toesStraight up, and still I sell dope for a livin`In the form of a compact disc, fuck prisonNo more savin` cans, no more collectin` penniesI`ll have your fuckin` clique hollerin` "Who killed Kenny?"For my Gangsta bitch, that I just metShe ridin` my dick, chuckin` up her setI dance with the wolves, this is for my hoodGot the whole World fiendin` for the dope I cut[Chorus][Bridge 2X: Ayana M.]Fire......We on fire.......We ain`t gone stop....Droppin` these boooooombs.....[Third Verse]I was twelve years old, when I did my first jackAnd I don`t think that bitch ever got her purse backWith fifteen rocks, I bought my first carCooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jarIt`s like uno, dos, tres, young Happy PerezGot me sellin` this dope to anyone on two legsBoys talkin` down, but I give two fucksStep in my face, I put you in an all-black tuxLayin` in a casket, hard as a rockMy lead, hit`cha head and make it snap, crackle, and popNow how many times do I have to tell ya?All my life I`ve been called a failure!My freestyle flow, is so untouchableI just got out the county jail two months agoNow I`m in the studio, just like JulioIn the city where them bitches never won a Super BowlMan I can`t stop, I`ma keep on droppin`Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin`At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerinaPlus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamerNow I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamerLeave a mark in this game, Aztec IndianI don`t give a fuck cuz every month I make a million[Bridge]