Текст песни South park mexican - Stay on Your Grind [Screwed]
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Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know)Stay on your grind (my people)Stay on your grind (everybody)Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)[Verse 1]HustlasDont give a fuckstasAnd we smoke like broke down mufflasPaint picturesWrite scripturesAt the beach30 deep riding ninjasSmoke a owl I cant go without itMe and my crew we always joke about itIn the back of the tour busWith a gorgeousLittle ho just fucking all four of usThe game Lord its the drugs and fast hoesHotels with the beds with brass polesSip gallonsCant keep my balanceI`ma have to shine like the boy Ritchie ValensIced medallionGot a thick stallion700 pounds coming straight from MegallonDogs of the leashesOh my JesusLeave in peace or leave in pieces[Chorus]Stay on your grind (my brother)Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah)Stay on your grind (my people)Stay on your grind (and everybody)[Verse 2]I`ma fly like VinceBubble like PrinceMomma just ain`t been the same ever sinceShe cant beleive I got all these fansAnd she won`t stop saving aluminum cansI`m swanging and swervingWoozing and worthingUsed to break dance against boys up in SturdonBut that was `82I was acting a foolThe only Mexican in the whole damn schoolThe game will eat your ass up if you let itThat was back when crack was the epidemicI`ma represent itMy house ain`t rentedAlways kept it real while you boys pretendedLace my PippinsCook my chickensThey shot my boy missed me by inchesNow my flow harder than my dick isYou cant see me unless you buy some tickets[Chorus]Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)Stay on your grind (oh you special now)Stay on your grind (the police baby)Stay on your grind (my sistas)[Verse 3]I`ma stay about my paperBuilt my house on a solid acreUsed to be brokeBut I ain`t tripping on thatIts 2002 I`ma flip in my `LacAnd get gone in the windChrome on the rimHope we can all get along in the end, my friendPlayer hatings a sinI got men thatll check you chinny-chin-chinAll his homeboys need revengeSmoking bunk weed full of seeds and stemsI`ma interceptor off the recordCant stand clubs with the metal detectorsI`ma movie director like Hannibal LecterI tried to mix codeine with Dr. PepperBut it taste like medicineI`m fighting and wrestlingMan the damn life of the S-P-Mexican[Chorus]Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah)Stay on your grind (and if you felling me)Stay on your grind (yeah well well well)Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby)Stay on your grindStay on your grindStay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea)Stay on your grindI know and you knowAnd Dope House Records know baby yeahAnd Wreck Shop and everybodyYou gotta stay on your grindIf you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby