Lonestar Ridaz - South Park / South Bronx lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, Terror Squad muthaf**ers Dope House, that n***a Joey Crack. You heard? Uh, no doubt, yeah, uh, yo. [Fat Joe:] What up Houston? Same sh** new place It's about time y'all n***as featured on a Screw tape Fat Joe & SPM, the best be 'em Any set tryin' to test, gone rest within' Man, You f**in' with Mexican's & pure bordos Down a** n***as that'll blow you with the sawed off You know you see the photos in the Lowrider mags I'm blowin' like a dragon, in a loc'd out wagon Car just saggin' & we sh**in' on fools Chica's go crazy when they see my 22's Forget them other dudes, man they numbers is up Terror Squad, Dope House. Who's f**in' with us? I guess it's the feddy, I done got 'em all scared of us More ridaz, more guns you ain't prepared for us There's no comparin' us, we real & you fake Like goin' in too deep, you can't chew straight. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park. [South Park Mexican:] Up jump the boogie, to the boogie down Bronx Anyone against us catchin' hot rocks You f**ing cots know who shot up the parkin' lot SP got more red dots than chicken pox 2 hittin' glocks at my door panels Puttin' holes in your flannels. Now how do you like them apples? Everyday I'm in khakis & a life beater & everyday I pour a 4 in a 2 liter f** some brew n***a, I'm a stay a true sipper My b**h trippin' 'cause my shirt stay full of glitter I'm the last of the litter, the f**in' runt & this weed in my blunt, ain't no f**in' pump. So what? I'm here 'til I go Collabo with Fat Joe, just to let you rats know This is family on Happy P's jammin' beats You hoes ain't ballin' take those 20's off that Camry. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park. [South Park Mexican:] You muthaf**ers got no idea what I've been through I'm in the club packin' my grandmother's jinsu Smokin' tough, my j**elry is broken cuffs Loadin' slugs, somebody give Los a hug Don't discuss much if it ain't 'about paper I built the 9 bedroom on a solid acre I'm murderin' f** it I'll k** her & him Hit the curb & f** off a perfect rim I buy it cook it & serve it My weed is lime green just like the Kermit Note the churchin' & the world could ever clean my scrill I raid my own Dope House & say it's just a drill I'm on glash on my a** like a peaco*k While you fake n***as changin' like the weed spot & my team got boriquas & Mexican's We smith & wessin'n, f** that fightin' & wrestlin'. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park. [Fat Joe:] The South Bronx. The South South Bronx. [South Park Mexican:] South Park. The South South Park.