Текст песни South park mexican - Latin Throne
South park mexican - Latin Throne слова песни
LATIN THRONE[verse 1]Land of dum dum is where i come from Believe me when i tell u that u dont want none sonA long hard road 4 this Latin throneYou can catch me at the club in the back aloneMamas dont let your babies grow up 2 be gangstasKillas taught 2 not give a fuckHit `em up with sign languageReach 4 tha stainless, Leave `em brainlessI`m just explainin` how the game isThe strangest of things come 2 me at no surpriseFuck peashooters all my gats are superiszedUtilize all my allies, I run with the bad guysI got 7 dopehouses thats a franchiseMan cries if he was blessed with a heartBut i lost mine in the backstreets of South ParkOnce again it`s Mr. SPMAnd this shit aint gonna stop until i`m dead or in the pen[chorus-2x]He`s a hustla, He`s a balla, He sits on the, Latin throne[verse2]We shootin` stars, runnin` from cop carsI got scars jumpin metal gates and sharp parsThe hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jarEveryday u see me in a different crackhead`s carSo bizzare how so many bullets missed my headI told my mom that im gonna stick with this insteadFuck the crackrock, i rapped and hit the jackpotNow i`m on a plane writin` on my laptopIt`s all wiggy rockin` city 2 cityBut i still feel my past catchin` up with meGot mo` ends, bought my mom a gold BenzBut she worried cuz i still got all my old friendsHopin` that i slow up and change one dayBut these Hillwood streets got me raised one wayI told my old lady one day we gon` be like the BradysBut for now i`ll teach u how 2 use this 380[chorus-2x][verse3]3yrs and counting i been drinking from the music fountainThe dopehouse sits in Houston like a fuckin mountianWho you doubtin`, this browns comin` out the southI got 9 believers with they foot in they mouthI break guineses, Keep `em off my premesisUsed 2 be menaces, Now our dreams limitlessIsnt this a trip, not a slipper or a sleeperNiggaz wantin dope still hittin` up my beeperWe can overcome the ghetto, even g`s without a motherBread without butter i came crawling out a gutterBorn hustla, used 2 drive an old gas guzzlerFresh out tha hood, i was sellin` dope last summerServin` zombies all followin` as big as GhandisNow i`m throwed diggin` brunettes and blondiesJammin Jon B with bottles of Don PThe day of the wetback has striked upon thee[chorus-2x]