South Park Mexican (SPM)
South Park Mexican (SPM) - Graveyards songtekst
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[Verse 1: SPM] Now spread the word I got them Pricks on the dead end streets And watch them jump out boys Cause they rollin ten deep Creepy crawlin the night Ya know the deal On the muthafuckin Hill We all strapped to kill Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces How the fuck I'm suppoesed to come up Of a shy move Run up on a twenty and go get yo ass an ice cube It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass Jus understand the roughness Never cut for the gutless Cause it's do or die You ask Who am I? That mama heartbreaker ever since junior high In Eye of the public The Brown be a suspect So the streets taught me to be loveless Causin rawkus In a dope fiends bucket My two favorite subjects were Shut it and fuck it [Chorus: SPM] The night shift Young hustlers workin grave yards The night shift Street soldiers workin grave yards My nine be Beside me Tonight we Work the night shift My nine be Beside me Tonight we Work the night shift [Verse 2: Pimpstress] It's yo midnight mistress Playa named Pimpstress I keep it crunk handle up on my business Queen of the your click Fiend for my shit I'm soft and corrupt Sixteen in my clip Smoking black and miles You can't cramp my style Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile Tonight We whoride In the moonlight My feria ruka sounds like the fuckin 4th of july Fools die Fuckin wit my feria Daddy streaks wanna marry ya Then bury ya Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine The three devils daughters deep in the dope game So strange True G's won't change Close range Left ya boys wit no brains Street zombies Takin out posses Dangerous hobbies Jus call me [Chorus: SPM] Repeat 1x [Verse 3: SPM] Alone in my home Cock my gats I'm known for my dope so I watch for jacks Keep out burglar Come on in Bring all yo men let the games begin Pumpin em in the cheek man I Hot shots comin out my banana Got plans like Santa Anna Got balls like Tony Montana Trick or treat Smeel my heat Hear my muthafuckin drum beats Don't believe the tales from my hood? Come see This ain't no joke you can smoke This ain't no wonderland I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand I pop mine With a glock nine Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign Be the one never You come I come better Bring yo umbrella I bring the rough weather Pleasure one pleasure Choppin up chedder Your whole crew get done by one fella [Chorus: SPM] Repeat 1x