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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN : Screwed Up Tape lyrics

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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "Screwed Up Tape"

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 Guero
Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood

Go to revillations in your little black wood
Mom is all worried and that $#&@ing %#@! hurts
I never $#&@ a friend unless they suck my dick first

Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall
Sell you an 80 I 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 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 $$# at Lucifer

[Chorus - 2x]

6 in the morning police at my door
Fresh, scoop of [email protected]&@e across my bathroom floor
Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape


My green light, aloe sayed chiquito cagapalo
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 D.W.I.
Every question 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 $$# with the yellow pages

No T.V. and no cartoons
My jefa 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 $#&@, I'ma come have some bud

Who want to $#&@ with us, brown 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 (*##$es crossing me
When I kill you ^!$$%s we can all live in harmony
This ain't mother$#&@ing breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone

Known to kill my $#&@ing 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, killers out that Navadoche
Careful how your $$# appoach, get busted like you pass a note
All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that ardachoke

Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking [email protected]%!e


[Chorus 2]
Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes

Bumping my %#@!, riding on vogues
Went to the park to get the scoop
Young ^!$$%s out there cold shooting some hoops

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