[Verse 1 South Park Mexican] Now spread the word I got them bricks on the dead end streets And watch them jump out boys, cause they rollin ten deep Creepy crawlin the night Yall know the deal On the motherfuckin hill We all strapped to kill Chill, hittin licks, in the wind that never ceases Gettin mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces How the fuck I spposed to come up Off a shife move Run up on a twenty and come get your ass an ice cube It aint nothin, why you bumpin in your Cutlass Just understand the roughness, never cut For the cutless Cause its do or die, you ask, who am I That mama heartbreaker ever since junior high In the eye of the public, the brown be the suspect So the streets taught me to be loveless Causin raucous in a dope fiends bucket My two favorite subjects was duck FEDs and fuck it Chorus South Park Mexican The night shift Young hustlers workin grave yards The night shift Street soldiers workin grave yards My nine be, beside me Tonight, we work the night shift My nine be, beside me Tonight, we work the night shift [Verse 2 Pimpstress] Its your midnight mistress Player named Pimpstress I keep it crunk Handle up On my business Queen of your clique Fiend for my shit Im sucked and corrupt Sixteen in my clip Puffin black, and mobs, you cant cramp my style Playerhatin bitches make me crack a smile Tonight We whooride in the moonlight My Freddy Ruger sounds like the fourth of July Fools die Fuckin with my feria Daddy steaks Wanna marry ya, then bury ya Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine The three devils brought us deep in the dope game So strange True Gs wont change Close range Left your boys with no brains Street zombies, takin out posses Dangerous hobbies Just call me Repeat Chorus [Verse 3 South Park Mexican] Alone in my home Cock my gats Im known for my dope, so I watch for jacks Kicked the burglar Come on in Bring all your men, let the games begin Pumpin em in a G manner, hot shots, comin out my banana Got plans like Santa Anna and balls like Tony Montana Trick or treat, smell my heat Hear my motherfuckin drum beat Dont believe the tales from my hood, come see It aint a joke, you can smoke, this Wonderland I kicks this shit so you motherfuckers understand I pop mine With a Glock nine Blow that head off a motherfuckin stop sign Be the one, never You come, I come better Bring your umbrella I bring the rough weather One treasure, one pleasure Choppin up chedder Ya whole crew get done by one fella Repeat Chorus
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