Текст песни South Park Mexican f Big Flake - Get Yo Guns
South Park Mexican f Big Flake - Get Yo Guns слова песни
(talking)Yeah man, uh, I`m in the studio with Big FlakeUh huh, that`s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitchYo, we shut them down with Dopehouse RecordsWe`re family, we ride together we roll togetherFor you hoes that don`t understand it, fuck youKnowI`mtalkingbout, yo, uh[Big Flake]Big Flake bitch yeah, you know meRide around in my city in a leg-O-DLike, I hit the block with a glock in my prichesFuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitchesThat`s all in my space, trying to take a nigga placeBut I ain`t with the shit, get the fuck out my faceFuck a case, the hooter can`t hold me downI`m 300 pounds, six feet you know me nowAnd show me bitch where the dance at shackGot a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast backGet the last laugh, cause I ain`t stopping till I fold youI flip young boys like a ki of sodaIt`s the take over, Shut Em Down on the mapAnd we don`t give a fuck I drop bombs like a japAnd throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust capsNow what y`all little niggas know about thatFirst we click clack, then you hear it go popI`m a young little g and man I can`t stopI`m non shalant, so I can`t be detectedAnd you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked itIt`s like I resurrected and just came up out the graveCause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a dazeIt`s like almighty, when you creep up in the hoodEvery corner you weak, my g`s up to no goodIt`s understood, my crime stories and dope salesMy nigga Los said, man dope salesYou gone fell, if you try to test thisI`m like daytime T.V., young and restlessCheck the guest list, me and D V.I.P.I`m a cold ass mex call me frostyDon`t try to cross me, cause I don`t like hoe niggasI bust down the door with a 4-4 niggaDo I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose outHold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch(talking)That`s real my niggaFuck these hoe ass niggas(Chorus - 2x)You bring your boys, I`ll bring my boysYou get your guns, I`ll get my guns[South Park Mexican]On the play list, diamond braceletsThen we make hits, V-12`s makeshiftSpent a few years in this rap gameSlanging cocaine, nasty sacks sayNiggas I was selling kilos, and elbows withAre the same motherfuckers that I do shows withSmoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoesMy enemies roll deep like some minnowsI`m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine foolWhen you got robbed when you had to explain toI can`t do the dope, said it beforeDevil in the mic, mesmerized be the rowAs a plan of skills, I`m still cracking rimsI got a beer belly look like I`m having twinsI`m the youngest, mom say I`m the worstThe finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurseOnly heaven knows, what I`ve been throughIn third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?Now I rest my head in a hotel roomWith a gun and a bitch and some used balloonsWatching cable half a eight on the tableMix a two liter with four O`s of mapleI`m wago ami wathro, come through the back doorAnd went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabaccoI jack hoes, but now I`m trying to rap thoughMy nextdoor neighbor played for the AstrosAnd last night he hit two home runsEverywhere I go I got at least four gunsI got two plants, that grow under lampsI`m at the club just wishing I could danceMan I got cash, still I`m a quethoI like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let goI`m murdering, I`ll destroy any earthlingChoking on his own blood, gargling and gurglingStep to me, you better be hardI know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park(Chorus - 4x)