South Park - Screwed Up Tape lyrics

[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And god, thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me and not Wero Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood Go to revillations in your little black wood My homies all changing and that f**king sh** hurts I never f**k a friend unless they s** my dick first Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall Sell you a 80 won't charge you for the straw They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty I went to prison and I came back an animal Southside, Houston's murder capital My crew is cursed, shoot you first Died next to a stupid nurse Put you in the bluest hearse I'll see your a** and Lucifer [Chorus - 2x] 6 in the morning police at my door Fresh, Jordans squeeking cross my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape [Low-G] My green light, aloe sinche queeto ky guy palo haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow Here he comes that 5-O asked me for i.d. Play on his computer and finds some felonies I was high, fly and a dubbed blue eye Every questioned asked I came back with a lie he was searching my ride and found my 45 That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my nine Instead I ran, now your boy got away That night we celebrate like it was a holiday I use to be broke didn't have big faces I had to wipe my a** with the yellow pages No T.V. and no cartoons My heffer in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs [Chorus - 2x] [South Park Mexican] I don't know what the f**k, I'ma come have some bud Who want to f**k with us, ground like snuff or upper cuts Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me Balls and that's all I need, smoking b**hes crossing me When I k** you n***as we can all live in harmony This ain't motherf**king breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone Known to k** my f**king own, blame Houston cause that's my home How can I make it when it won't clear My bud done look like daffadille 17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier My people come, like Babylon, mexican and african Few white boys that's family, asian and mohamilly Indian and that Navhoe, k**ers out that Navadoche Careful how your a** appoach, get busted like you pa** a note All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that ardachoke Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke [Chorus] [Chorus 2] Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes Bumping my sh**, riding on vogues Went to the park to get the scoop Young n***as out there cold shooting some hoops