South Park Mexican - The Last Chair Violinist lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Carolyn Rodriguez)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
Yo, yo...one time, one time...one time, yo...yo, yo<br>
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One time when I come, two times when I'm done<br>
Old truck like Sanford and Son<br>
Next week can't recognize<br>
On chrome so pretty to the naked eyes<br>
That's me, on the road again<br>
This 8 by 10 is closing in<br>
In the hood I had it all<br>
And a cold motherfucker with a basketball<br>
Now I play with prisoners<br>
And don't nobody trip with us<br>
Some in Garza, some in Dominguez<br>
Cops ask, "No speaky English"<br>
And the holidays are the hardest<br>
Gotta stay headstrong, regardless<br>
And you are gonna have your days<br>
In the place where killas have to pray<br>
In the place where killas have to pray<br>
In the place where killas have to pray<br>
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<i>[CHORUS (Carolyn):]</i><br>
He is the last chair violinist<br>
The one who brings hope<br>
To those who are the last chair violinist<br>
Whose pain no one knows<br>
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I seen the pain in the eyes of lonely men<br>
When can we ever be whole again?<br>
Without Gina and my kids<br>
A nigga just don't really wanna live<br>
But I gotta stay free in my mind<br>
Eventually hearts freeze doing time<br>
No love, just respect<br>
Steel shank touch his neck<br>
Pick up another casualty<br>
Put him in the fridge call his family<br>
And his mom had a dream<br>
All this would be happenin<br>
Trafficking to the rapping king<br>
Everything's unraveling<br>
Invest in me, it's destiny<br>
I'll still wreck from the penitentiary<br>
I'll still wreck from the penitentiary<br>
I'll still wreck from the penitentiary<br>
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<i>[CHORUS]</i><br>
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Two hits inhale, homie hold your breath<br>
This is all the indo that's left<br>
Watch man, don't let 'em see<br>
Keep your eyes on the enemy<br>
He did 20 on 70<br>
Last game that he played was centipede<br>
In the world, everything changed<br>
Look around, things seem strange<br>
All the kids in gangsta n shit<br>
Lil young motherfuckers living dangerous<br>
Claimin this and chunkin that<br>
Making more moves than a runninback<br>
Up in prison, he was Christian<br>
Got no job and his wife is bitching<br>
So he back on the streets again<br>
8 months later back in the pen<br>
8 months later back in the pen<br>
8 months later back in the pen<br>
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<i>[CHORUS]</i><br>
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<i>[Thanks to André Gouvêa (andre_gouvea@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]</i><br>
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