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SPM Vs. Los

アーティスト:South Park Mexican 

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<Los> I was raised on beans and rice and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice I'm the one they sent home cuz my head had lice I'm the kid that lost my sanity I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box <SPM> I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough When you started to smoke that's when you changed The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed Now you got children and a beautiful wife The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life Enjoy your self man you only live once Take your family vacation and relax for a month <Los> I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats The penitantary's the only place when I can relax I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own I got a camera for every fuckin' inch of my home It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck A G daddy left me at the age of three Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me <SPM> Chill homie cut dad some slack Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub We was only seven when our house got shot up Mom was all bloody I saw that shit It was just blast from the


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