[South Park Mexican]
Yeah
I just wanna
Say, "I love all you, haters"
It's not your fault
You was raised to like the smell of sh**
Us players would like to, smell the roses
Chorus: Marilyn Rylander
Who's over there
No one said that
Life was fair
You haters come from
Everywhere
Y'all haters just
Because you're scared
[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
Broken dreams, to be the coke king
Everyone asleep except me and the dope fiends
5 A.M. sittin' on the corner
The day's gettin' warmer, but my heart's gettin' colder
Sold my last boulder, let the storm pa** over
Never touch my dough
I'm only the cash holder
Soldier
I sleep with one eye open
In the land where you see men die, smokin'
Let the fry soak in, water, water
Hillwood cowboy, f**in' down the farmer's daughter
Street saga
Corner store robber
Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama
Baller
My block hotter than lava
The wetback
In love with my mojada
Papa, sh** talker, dick dropper
SPM, the rap Skyywalker
Repeat Chorus
[Verse 2: Low G]
Which road will I travel
White sand or hard gravel
f** a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow
I'm in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies
Cause I'm chippin' dope, all across the seven seas
Low G and the wheeze of the Vo-C
At the ranch where my weed plants grow free
December 9
A child was born with no heart
Since a kid
They said I wouldn't go far
Ghetto scars, tryin' to keep away from mero bars
The jura's hour
f** Escobar
Entity of drogas, I roll with top soldiers
If they approach us, I bury those co*kroaches
Repeat Chorus
[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]
I ain't start from the bottom
I dug myself out a hole
Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow
Now my snow crystal, my sh** primo
Toe taggin' haters with a tiny torpedo
Desillo
Me and my nuts make a good trio
I'm the n***a pissin' in my cup for my P.O
Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey
In every song, I give a piece of my history
This be reality
They wanna battle me
But that'll be the day
Gather up my family
Packin' heat
Pick 'em up, like a sack of meat
Most my n***as dead
Or walkin' round with shackled feet
We had to eat, you can ask these cops
I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks
They smoked non-stop
I watched as the crack melted
I comes real cause I really can't help it
Repeat Chorus
[South Park Mexican]
Yeah, this one goes out to all my players
You know what I'm sayin'
Don't let them haters keep you down, man
Besides
Anybody who lets a hater get 'em down
Ten times out of ten is a hater
I ain't trippin'
We comin' down, baby, 2000
Just like that