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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN : Ghetto Tales lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "Ghetto Tales"

(feat. A.C. Chill, L.T.)
Phat Money Records
SPM baby

Putting it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records
Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.

This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?


[Chorus (2Xs)]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out of jail


I'm rolling H-town South Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me

In that Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my ^!$$%s ain't got no car that's why
we so deep

We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun shots rang out

I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said ?Let me out this (*##$ man?
One of these ^!$$%s finna get they wig split man

Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my ^!$$%x ?Yo man I'll Catch you later?

Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the $#&@ing haters roll up on me

Damn, how much hating can a young ^!$$% take?
First chance I get a mother $#&@er finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing

Damn, a violation
Eighteen months is what I'm facing


[Chorus (2Xs)]

Im pushing weight trying to have it

Everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leaving ^!$$%s on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little cream

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some green
And everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma

Ain't paying no bills but these ^!$$%s got me $#&@ed up
I rather sit on streets than see my $$# locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life thing

And from the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a ^!$$% from big mar man

And platinum %#@! we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy ?C?
Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams

We playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.

[Chorus (2Xs)]


SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my mother$#&@ing best friend

Used to be broke and $$#ed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose

Blasting hoes
At last I rose
I got cash and clothes

From the crack I sold to let you [email protected]$(s know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and vogues
My $$# gonna show

I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout

I used to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie baker

That's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
^!$$%s selling cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain


[Chorus (2Xs)]

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