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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "I Must Be High"

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
Holla $#&@ the world with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace

Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes

I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro

Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe

TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything this for all my G's

I'm in jail cause I forgot my $#&@ing ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and $#&@ing high
I'll be out before the mother$#&@ing sun can touch the sky

They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my word
I'm a swang, I'm a swerve

I'm a park and scrape the curve

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Why when I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's missing something
I know that I must be high

So that I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious

No matter where I go I meet a bunch of ^^&$#* (*##$es
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
$#&@ em so good they wake up and wash dishes

The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me

As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em

Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my ^!$$% John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my %#@! muddy

Four of us in this (*##$ and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle


[Chorus]


I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress code

Every fine $#&@ing (*##$ I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in

Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land

Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin

Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my ^!$$%
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous

I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'

[Chorus]

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