South Park Mexican

South Park Mexican - Valley lyrics

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Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons

I know a place on the Boystown its trip

Down in Mexico where the girls just strip

But me I'm a pimp let them hoes keep dancin

I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin

Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate

And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid

Rising realizing sizing em up

Got my clavo small paper tall

From smuggling a cross the ocean

Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet

Just clowning with the three wheel motion

I flip the cash but my stash flips faster

Cause I'm pushing the real good pine

I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil

I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch

I ask him "whats in the bag" he says "two acres of plants

It's easy going in but hell gettin out

I wanna make this paper and I think I know how

Suprise suprise I done made it back home

in an ice cream truck "who wanna buy a snow cone"

I'm going to the valley

Vauco the valley

I'm goin to the valley what you think fo

We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley

We call it medicine thats what u need when you get sick

Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick

Across, across the state line just me and my girlfriend

From powder to pine I got money on my mind

Stop wasting all my time and get me over to the spot

Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks

Meeting up wit my bitches snow white and mary jane

Only thing that ever mattered to me

Stacking dollars shit we making a week

Who the cowards who the killas whos the niggas wit scrilla

Felt all up in they pockets rocking fo' niggas that try to kill us

Then maybe later you bitches bother me

You wanted to pay you too late don't bother calling me

And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smally

Tryed to jack but can't catch me

I just keep that paper stacking

Always packin never slacking

leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappy

Chopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the table

Watching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the label

Selling em three for ten to my closest friends

Rolling back to H-towm big body Benz

And I'm moving mo weight then a whole herd of cattle

I grip up the grain blowing up the panhandle

mobile phone on scramble cause rap hustlin is a gamble

Brick moving these H dudes gonna keep you grooving pursuing

Shit, hell on my surella ice water lyrical good fella

SPM got the hook up, say watch out

I hit the highway, let twenkies crawl

I'm going to the valley

In a Navigator bus bringing back some bricks

Get to checkpoint now I'm past the border

tell my guy alemar to play some more

Fat money cause we in the mix

I got that white girl and that stinky bitch

Better ryders and roamers can't really ask

"We going out T?" "Bitch I'm headed to the valley

So I'm out about to make some money

Pull up to a trailor wit about 800

Unload it I flip it get paid let's ride

Chunk a deuce to the guys and I'm back to Southside

Cruisin wit a couple of pines

Trying hard as hell to make it back to H-Town

Flippin but only make one stop

Then I'm buring out moving shit to a dope house

Make thirty calls so I can wire free samples

Get me a plane so I can make my drops

Flying real low to avoid the cops

Weighing my weed on a digital beam

Wrapping it in a plastic quick so I can make my green

My windows are tinted so nobody sees in it

Wit mary jane and snow white the sky's the limit

Fuck the chotha must be loca

Everything a nigga want make it to the border wit the motha

Pockets rising better quit sizing me up

But these coffe beans fucking the smell up

What's up, back in the city

de bull lada I'm talking pronto

Call me the head honcho start a new revloution

like a back poncho

He yah see yah wouldn't want to be yah

Gots to flee, start the G

Switch the ride I'm headed back to the valley

They want to know what it is all about

They way that we roll down south

Start baby wit dope house josie wells gonna

there aint nuthin funna then being and outlaw runna

stunna pimpin in a humma millenium smuggler

Dope game juggla, no nuts no glory

Real mobsters, they never worry

but we ain't home yet so dont get happy

we aint paid Officer O'Malley

Thinking of my profits going to the valley

It's all cavi

Fucking wit michael decodie motorcycles

?? cruises my disciples

I'm the type to crew smoke two and synas

wit my G's I'll hunt you

like Arnold hunts Sarah Connors

Primadonnas big tymers, playa, and rob reports

benz sports,courts, naked hoes, lascivious resorts

I get short my last resort tell L

to keep the Cali cause little down wit his essays

parlaying down in the valley

to the end of the rainbow land of the llello

Dope fiends on my payroll, got rocks to blow

behind the stop and go they holla

goodness graious great balls of snow

Don't speed or trip when you see the lights

cause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyes

in H-Town the business in booming

but it won't last long if you don't know what you're doing

Got me creepin for mi ruka and my boys blowing swishas

Mcallen brownsville harlingen

six hour trip to get my endz

I'm out to get my Benz

on the lean coming clean

lean man flashing green

el meadow meadow meadow

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thendo vact is none stop

daily stackes to the top

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keep my hoes by the flock

L be's moving by the ton

Packed up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77

Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35

wit my cheeder just gettin mine

You know me your boy O-Z

Never left lonely wit out my G see

One trip cocks a flip

The way I flip multiplies a chip

I'm steady ?? cash flow

Transactions stacking paper rolls

The currency connect from Houston to the valley

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