Текст песни South Park Mexican f Grimm, Marilyn Ryla - The 3rd Wish
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First Verse [SPM]:Another deadly ceremony,In a sacred territory,It was all done for the glory,You bitches ain`t got nothin` for meO-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, DLive the life of the lowly,Movin` white ponies, still puttin` in work for the dead homies,Show me the way out, stayin` ready for anything under the sun,Under the moon, under the stars, God I`m lookin` for somewhere to runDumpin` my gun, as soon as I`m done,Leavin` `em numb, with one in his lung,Livin` fast and dyin` young, always business never for funChorus [Marilyn Rylander]:Tell me what it isTell me what you wantFor your 3rd WishhhhhhhhThis is your last wishhhhhhhTell me what it isTell me what you needFor your 3rd WishhhhhhhThis is your last wishhhhhhhSecond Verse [SPM]:Bussin` our teflon, at the red dawn,I ain`t fuckin` with nothin`, get stepped onThe purest, I`m the surest, playin` a tourist walkin` through Saigon,Been a hustler servin` up big bricks,And livin` my life to hit licks,Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips TrickStamina cannot be duplicated,Bite on the dust, you get faded,So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-relatedOpen up, open up your dopehousesTurning you men into mousesSaggin` my burgendy trousers,Letting you know how the South isChorusBridge One [Grimm & SPM]:SPM: "Dopehouse Records"Grimm: "Say man Los, man it ain`t go right man, I`ma tell you man, Lil` Drugs dead man."SPM: "What?"Grimm: "Yeah, he`s dead man"SPM: "Fuck"Grimm: "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don`t look good bro, it don`t look good, he bleedin` bad. We can`t go to the hospital man, we ain`t goin` to the hospital."SPM: "Yeah"Grimm: "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."SPM: "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil` Drugs?"Grimm: "I`m sure man, he`s gone baby, he`s gone. We gotta get these muthafuckas."SPM: "Alright, hurry up."SPM: "Okay, this is it, I`ve wished for money, and I`ve wished for fame, but what good is it, if I`m still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."Third Verse [SPM]:I`m back once again for revenge,In an all-black bulletproof Benz,How will I get `em? It just depends,Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,Here ye, here ye, sincerely,Why so many haters fear me?Dearly departed, y`all started some shit, and struck but couldn`t come near meWe`re the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin` the top notch properties,Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin` nobody`s apologiesFollow me how do we master the first jack? Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,H-Town`s where I`m doin` my dirt at,Robbin` you hoes on horsebackChorus