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South Park Mexican - Hustle Town lyrics
f/ Filero, Lord Loco [SPM talking] Eh he he he he Hustle Town my city maan! Born and raised baby Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers Raisin' men in a big city I know it's hard Let 'em know what's up Filero [Verse 1: Filero] I sell drugs with thugs Hittin' licks off tricks Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday So scared for me to walk…. Memory lane But Mom don't worry my teck protect well I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell But my heart been broke from the start Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park So I wrote the book How to pimp hoes and kick do's And if I kill well than that's just how the shit go Pull yo strap What am I supposed to sweat This the third time today that I come close to death [Chorus: SPM] Hustle Town Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood And we serve them dope fiends Hustle Town The shit don't stop Roll rental cars And we keep the glock cocked Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood And we serve them dope fiends Hustle Town The shit don't stop Roll rental cars And we keep the glock cocked [Verse 2: SPM] Set 'em up Wet 'em up Etceteras Tell ya treasura Empty the regista Shit serious I'll give ya life a period Well here he is The kid with experience Don't start shit Mistake me for an artist Flash in the dark Someone tell 'em where his heart is Blue light Who die? Tonight Maybe over two dice Maybe cause he blew fry On top of ya With the Hillwood Mafia Hard hittin' hustlas Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge While my shit be flawless Dope House Records step into my office [Chorus: SPM] {Lord Loco talking] It's ya boy Lord Loco Know what I'm talkin' bout Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM There's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin' What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los? [Verse 3: SPM] Jackin' jaws I'm packin' balls Smoke and split I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac Competition ha ha You muthafuckas make me laugh You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits I fight devils like you wit a crucifix Ruthless shit With a shotty Take ya body Gun Kung Fu Mixed wit AK Karate I'm sorry but you the past like Atari As I smoke like Marley Stay Brown like Charlie [Chorus: SPM |
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