South Park Mexican - These Streets lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Carolyn Rodriguez, Rasheed)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[SPM:]</i><br>
Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.<br>
dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz<br>
went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished<br>
don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up<br>
none left known for car theft but in the kitchen im the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,<br>
cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)<br>
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<i>[Rasheed:]</i><br>
Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye,<br>
maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie.<br>
Im the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town,<br>
SP low G ain't no holding us there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch,<br>
you can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell,<br>
like I told my bitch if im ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real,<br>
but say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say.<br>
All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I forgot im in this bitch all alone.<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,<br>
cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)<br>
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<i>[SPM:]</i><br>
Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror<br>
17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.<br>
paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater.<br>
Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,<br>
all day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit,<br>
Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder,<br>
not much of a converser cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor.<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,<br>
cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)<br>
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<i>[Thanks to André Gouvêa (andre_gouvea@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]</i><br>
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