South Park Mexican - El Jugador (The Player) lyrics
rate me-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy?...
-Hey wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
Mi querida... Centro America
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi nina
Mira, mi jale es la calle
Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle
Si mi madre me entendiera
Mi familia va primera
Mi bandera era mi guerra
Es whateva bustin on cualquiera
Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte
Si te escapas sera pura suerte...
Capish understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York que es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houston to Nuevo Leon
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with crome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
Assault riffles, professional snipers
Got my rival, shittin in they diapers
You don't like us cool, but don't show it
Who wanna fuck with this killers slash poet
I blow it up, like nitro-glycerine
You bitches, love talkin' out the pot you pissin in
Chill homes, cause you ain't that hard
Fraud, flossin' in your own backyard
I'm world wide in the two tone low ride
You girl hide in my seat when you pass by
that's my life, hater, heart breaker
Life taker smile now, die later...
-Dope House Records
-Man What's up "LOS"
-whats up with my bitch Snow White
-She's going for 13-5
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
I'm in the sport, where we import
What you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport
I don't chase paper,paper chase me
Fedz mad, kind of sad, how I brake free
Take heed, to the rough neck taktis
I got you putos screamin worse than an actress
In a horror flik, he owe me for a brick
In this biz you better be rollin thick
Holdin shit down son ain't no seein' us
My nina Buss, another uman bein crushed
Street genious, so, so serious
Your fearing this, deadly experience...
Kapeesh understand the touch......let a g show you how to turn a man to dust
