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South Park Mexican - Cali-Tex Connect lyrics
Come slip into my darkness Stopless, Got Rich Puttin out the hot hits With true convicts Block this studio, 3 month blackout Rap out the bad route, and those who had doubt Mad shouts, to all my boys at the crackhouse Catchin' every sucka who done ran South Stand proud, but I can't see behind these damn clouds Me and Lil' John Gotti, rockin' 80 grand crowds Fresh off the back street, concrete fatha figure Niggas shiver when I deliver Blastin' hollerin' "Timber!" Talk is cheap, and most of ya'll a crock of shit I chop a brick, and flip it like the opposite 'Cuz all my chickens layin' 36 eggs Got recruits in black boots that never shoot for the legs No sunshine, streets in my bloodline Love's blind, understand my Thug mind Chorus From Tex to Cali, every hood, every alley Smokin' on Smally in my candy coated Caddy Bendin blocks on Goldie Locks 17 shots Cops, swearin to God we sellin rocks (Repeat) (Frost) I stand in the sunset Hand on my pistola Late night redrum Lost at Sinaloa Down on the docks in Diego Art Lupo in the Lexus Movin weight to Houston, Texas Got a chicken, finger lickin and it's all good. Then I hook up South Park Mex Big green bag of cess Hoppin up and down like a Kangaroo In my sky blue '62, now what you wanna do? We make shit move, like pounds and keys Ain't nobody who can fuck, with these West Coast G's. (SPM) What you tell 'em homie?What you tell 'em loco? (Frost) Man ain't nobody who can fuck with these Gulf Coast G's Chorus (SPM) Hobby Airport flight 276 pick up the homie Frost let's get in the mix. Now we up and creased out Puffin green Garcia y Vegas Mackin to a cheerleader from the Oakland Raiders Yo Frost, peep game.Check the silicone titties (Frost) Yeah homes.Man they remind me of the ones in my city 'Cuz I've been around the world All kinds of girls I'm a little John Gotti Duke duke of Earl ShyTown, Atlantic City, Vegas and Reno We Latino Gambinos And we breakin Casinos (SPM) It's the SPM, a.k.a. Caro Quintero Just me and my perros Flyin through the ghetto With 7 pounds of fierro El Mero Mero Puttin down with that hazel-eyed Guero. (Frost) Man orrayos, flippin gallos, hittin hydros I'm the one that's got 'em floatin in them bayous SPM, are you with it? (SPM) La neta. Dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca. Dos vatos, Poco Locos Pachando sospichosos Asi trabaja, ese juego Mi palabra es todo lo que tengo En el monte, El Coyote Con los ojos que miran en la noche Chorus |
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