[Los]
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I was raised on beans and rice
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and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
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Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice
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I'm the one they sent home cuz my head had lice
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I'm the kid that lost my sanity
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I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries
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Mama sat me down for some serious talks
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On how to keep the rats out the cereal box
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[SPM]
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I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
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We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
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Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
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When you started to smoke that's when you changed
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The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came
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It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
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In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
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Now you got children and a beautiful wife
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The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life
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Enjoy your self man you only live once
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Take your family vacation and relax for a month
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[Los]
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I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
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I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
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Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats
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The penitantary's the only place when I can relax
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I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
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The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
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I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
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I got a camera
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for every fuckin' inch of my home
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It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
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I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
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A G daddy left me at the age of three
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Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me
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[SPM]
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Chill homie cut dad some slack
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Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
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You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
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We was only seven when our house got shot up
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Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
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It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid
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You blessed by God man you can't give up
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And run around town not givin' a fuck
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Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
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It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
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You made it look easy but It's just an illusion
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You did the impossible and took over Houston
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Now everybody thinks they can do like you
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Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
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Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove
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Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to
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[Los]
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Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
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I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
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No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
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You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch
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Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
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Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
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You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too
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all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you
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[gun shot]
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Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot?
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Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!
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All my people fight da evil
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Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
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Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
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All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone
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Mad at me cuz I came up, I don't understand what y'all want
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[SPM]
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Say, Los, check this out, man
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[Los]
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What up, SPM?
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[SPM]
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Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out
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[Los]
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Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit
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[SPM]
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Ha-ha
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SPM Vs. Los
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| South Park Mexican (SPM) |
