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H-Town G-Funk

アーティスト:South Park Mexican  アルバム:Hillwood 

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[First Verse] My sweet Lac fall back just creepin' on three wheels A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills I see meals, coming down my path In the ghetto cat's wrath making math I'm the last to blast, on that ass now you the past It's no joke you get smoked like buddah grass Who the fastest punk em' like cashes And when I crash this you catch whiplashes Bitch I'm on a mission to listen and give descriptions Hung G's in my hood in their intentions I hear gunshots ringing like hell's bells I see drug sells check out my thug tales Fuck jails, bank swells keeps hella grip And I can sell dope on ice, and never slip They serving Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cooking bricks Save my crumbs for the ones who sucking dicks I made it rich on the ditch you quick snap I left that cut now they wonder where the brick's at My green shit stacks, still clip packs Thirty-six lead homies so don't trip jack It's the wet back hitting on the bongs Son in the long run, I'll be the strong one. [Chorus: (4X)] If you step in my hood bitch you will get blasted It's nothin but that h-town g-funk (Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.) [Second Verse] I told yah, boy you must have caught amnesia Trying to jack now you're on your back breathing anastesia You got blasted cuz you trespassed it They never lasted, in the game I mastered You stupid bastard, tell me what's your final word Before I let this lead tip hit your spinal cord Oh you was ready just begging to gank me Now your ass is just dead and stanky I put my foot in your shit like the hokey pokey


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