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South Park Mexican - The System Lyrics



South Park Mexican - The System Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
This Ones for those on the dead end street
Hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
All I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the f*ck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't want to know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
The next second you can start off the funeral

[Chorus]
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are are-i-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the f*ck on out

[Verse 2]
We was Pirex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
Quick snappers the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
My car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They want to be like me a tru hustla
Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I ain't tryina brag but
F*ck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
Slow my roll nah homie what the f*ck for
I'm in the 2 bed trailor man I'm dirt poor
When hurricanes would kome id run next door
To my homies house his name is huet hodges
We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
Get busted by bullets or f*ckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a f*ck
Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
And in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
I'm not sure exaclty what my religion is
I just know I thank god for my little kids
This is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
Then they arrest us after we done make it big
They take our money our cars and our houses
Now tell me who's really sellin the ounces
And any cash that we might have hidden
Goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison

[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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[Verse 1]
This Ones for those on the dead end street
Hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see yo benz creep
Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
S-P got the Bentley
All I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin crack rock on the avenue
Packin glocks and runnin from cops
Most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
Gun shots like 2 blocks away
I wonda who the f*ck caught a hot one today
Neva mind cause I don't want to know
I just lost two good friends in the row
One second things is lookin beautiful
The next second you can start off the funeral

[Chorus]
All my friends are in the dead end street
Sum locked up and sum are are-i-P
You can't win there ain't no way no how
Clock your change and get the f*ck on out

[Verse 2]
We was Pirex shakers
Sunny Side money makers
In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
Quick snappers the store where we slung at
Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
Across the street was law elementry
My car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
They want to be like me a tru hustla
Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
The dope deala I ain't tryina brag but
F*ck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
Slow my roll nah homie what the f*ck for
I'm in the 2 bed trailor man I'm dirt poor
When hurricanes would kome id run next door
To my homies house his name is huet hodges
We gonna make out this ghetto man I promise

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
Get busted by bullets or f*ckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
But even he'll tell that his life ain't worth a f*ck
Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
And in his mind he was shot a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
I'm not sure exaclty what my religion is
I just know I thank god for my little kids
This is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
Then they arrest us after we done make it big
They take our money our cars and our houses
Now tell me who's really sellin the ounces
And any cash that we might have hidden
Goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison

[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Writer: RICHARD KENDALL GIBBS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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