South Park Mexican (SPM)

South Park Mexican (SPM) - In My Hood lyrics

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[Verse 1:] 

One Two Buckle That Fool,

He's Fucking With Me, If He's Fucking With You 

Hillwood To My Bones, To My Chromozomes

Got 2 44's So Im Not Home Alone 

Push a Pencil Like A Stone On A Saturday Night

I Choke a hoe From My Tow Like Im Grabbing The Mic 

They Bought Me A Used Dirt Bike

A Year Later It Was Used To Serve White 

Ghetto Bird On Top Of Us,punk ass Officers

Mad Cause My Closet Full Of Guns & Nauticas 

Rocking Up Duckies,For Fiends And Jumbies

Got More Cheese Than Chuckies,And Get My weed From Uglies 

I'ts All Lovely,Just Bought A Pitbull Puppy

That's Guaranteed To Make Me A Shit Full Of Money 

Man I Just Couldn't Study,In School I Was Nervous

So I Left I Cant even Write In Cursive. 



[Chorus:] 

What Do You See In My Hood, I See Gangstas Everywhere Everry wherrre [x2] 



[Verse 2:] 

And Im Going Live,Liver Than The Rest,

I Told My Mom While Im Lock Take It As A Test 

Up In Garza West Smokin On A Skinny Square 

Three More And I believe I Can Get Me There 

Ill Be Home Soon I Promise That,

I Be Trippin Cause Now They Say My Daughter Rap 

7 Years Old (Im 8 Now Dad),They Say She Real Cold,

She My Muthafuckin Life For Real Dow 

Lord Knows That He Got Me Here For A Reason,

What It Is I Dont Know But Yo Boy Breathin, 

They Dint Kill Me So Now Them hoes Gotta Feel Me,

I Been Slangin Since I Got Kicked Out Of Milby

Last Ten Years Been A Cold Jungle,

In The Streets Sellin Dope To My Own Uncle 

Born Thug They Gon Hate Me Till Im Bagged Up,

Im My Casket Ill Probally Still Be Handcuffed. 



[Chrorus x1] 



[Verse 3:] 

I Come From The Slums,Southside Houston,

Changed To Screwston,The Day Screwed Moved On 

And I Miss Em,Wish I Could Hug And Kiss Em,

He Was Asking For Help But No One Would Listen

Reminisim Acting Like A Fool At Roxy,

Jealouse Niggaz Looking But Refuse To Box Me 

I Dont Blame Em Dow,I Would Jump On Stage And Flow,

And Holla Fuck The Police And The Radio 

They Cant Stop Me,But Certainly Them hoes Can Try,

I Started Dope House Back When I Was Smoking Fry 

In The Penn I Just Wish I Had One Made,

I Swear To GOD these hoes Hate To See Us Paid 

Just Made Mix-Bread With Roastbeef

Got My Boy Pullin Meat Out His Gold Teeth 

On The Mic I Destroy Any Earthaleen,

My New Song Called pussy meat In Burger King. 



[Chorus x2]


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