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South Park Mexican( SPM )
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The Dope House Mind
I gotta Palomino horse with Versacci saddle I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops and cattle Half dog and jackal, pop Don like Snapple Got my first paycheck when I robbed the Randall's Flow hot like Campbell's, change broads like channels Two or three at a time cause we all just mammals The songs I sample, bought my moms a castle Bought Pops a fucking non-filter box of Camels Comp soft and fragile, get stompted and trampled Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals Takin hits off a homemade bong with handles It's a lawless battle as my thoughts unravel Pull my gun and like eggs niggaz dodge and scramble Still lost in travel and my heart's in shambles While the seeds in my weed snap, pop, and crackle
[Chorus]X2 Who fucks with the rhyme of the Dope House mind Who shines in the dark in these end of times Line after line who keeps it the realest (Carolyn:) Only you cause the others too scared to live it
I do vides with a bunch of pretty hoes In a Benz wearing K-Mart Dickie clothes Give a toast listen close to that nigga Los When we was hungry Mom would say 'Get the fishin poles!' Really though back when I sported chili bowls And used to dream about rapping on Jenny Jones My city's throwed, stop acting like you didn't know Getting rich and we still screaming 'Gimme mo!' In the pros gotta stay on ya tippy toes They tryda kill me, few bullets came really close Now the bitch is froze, twisted in a wicked pose And his toes mo colda than my Michelobs Digging holes like I'm tryna find some hidden gold He got nice shoes, wonda if I fit in those? The sickest flows, I got guns that can kill a ghost At the club wearing dead man's Keneth Coles
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Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka A true live balla, might cruise my 'Pala Or just soak in the sun and take a poolside calla It's the hood fly talka and if you like drama I'm da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna With the fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa Den dat thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalka Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on tha Fucking brain, that ain't been sane since a cute shy toddla My new nine's hotta than a July jogga Or even me on the news saying 'Oooh hi Momma!' Neva knew my fatha till I grew quite larga But by then I was ten walking through high water Old dude tried harda than a suicide bomba I'm like 'Dad it's too late, I'ma fool, why botha?'
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