Текст песни South park mexican - You Know My Name (Remix)
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[Chorus (Ayana M.):]SPMSouth Park Mexican[First Verse:]I`m SPM, you know my nameI`m the one that came up but never changedI make my moves, life is what you chooseI`m the one to smoke in different high schoolsStay off the streets, home boy you`ll never winYou`re goin` two places: the graveyard or the penContradictions on my chest, lots of lipstick on my clothesCan we ever be stopped? Only God knowsSouth Park sunny side, I roll with the realestRepresent my area from Hillwood to the villageAt the grocery store they used to look over my shoulderAnd saw a basket full of Arm Hammer baking sodaConversation rules the nation, but in my hoodTalk is cheaper than a piece of old, wet plywoodYou boys is more phonier than cubic zerconiaMake you suckas pay the very day I get a hold of yaMy name is....[Chorus (2x)][Second Verse:]Pass the greenery, tweedle lee, tweedle laLayin` in my spa, takin` off my Heina`s braMe and the law, had problems in the pastThey smelled my grass, but could never find my stashWho can it be? It`s that boy LosI broke up with my chick, cuz my cash went up her noseI tell ya what it was, and I tell ya what it isThere`s ten year old men, and fifty year old kidsMy flow is legendary, on the third of FebruaryI wrote this song at the old cemetaryI did my time, no sunshineThey must be gettin` bonuses for lockin` up my kindMy name is....[Chorus (4x)][SPM talking over chorus]You seen me and didn`t believe me, now lookThe World is listenin`, the movement is here, the day is here.We ain`t stoppin` homie!We just gettin` started!I see you jealous, hateful people wishin` the worst for usYou`ll pay like the last ones did!You`ll pay for my freedom! We`ll never be the same!You`ll never catch up! I fight hate with love![Third Verse:]When I was young I used to be a shoe shinerAnd work for a dime as a newspaper part-timerEvery now and then my real Dad would come aroundBorn and raised in Houston, a.k.a. HustletownMy drop is on jock, and my game is on lockMy attic full of automatic weapons of assualtThe streets live in us, I think I broke a guinnessLast year I took the record robbin` forty dealersDancin` with the wolves, man, my hood is jet blackBut they had love for the only backI got a sauna in my eighty foot busWe don`t chase paper, paper chase usYou know my name....[Chorus (4x)]