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El Jugador

アーティスト:South Park Mexican  アルバム:Power Moves: The Table 

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-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy?... -Hey what's up dawg...? -Check it out man, I want you to meet my #1 soldado Low-G... -Hey, Low-G. Where you from Homes?... [Low G:] Mi querida, Centro America Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria En la esquina, La vida es fina Le pido a Dios que me cuida mi nin'a Mira, mi jale es la calle Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle Sin mi madre me entendiera Mi familia va primera Mi bandera era mi guerra It's whatever, bustin' on cualquiera Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte Si te escapas, sera pura suerte. [South Park Mexican:] Capish, understand the touch Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust L.A. to Nueva York es puro amor For all who got love for El Jugador Houstone to Nuevo Leon 3 Bandido's on the microphone Strike wit chrome, True crime family Enemies pay, never die happily. [Frost:] Assault Rifle's, Professional Sniper's Got my rival's shitin' in they diapers You don't like us, Cool, but don't show it. Who wanna fuck with this killer slash poet? I blow it up like NitroGlycerine You bitches love talkin' out the pot you pissin' in Chill homes 'cause you ain't that hard Fraud, flossin' in your own backyard I'm worldwide, in the 2-Tone lowride Your girl hide in my seat when you pass by That's my life HaterHeartBreaker Life taker, Smile Now, Die Later. [Phone rings:]


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