[South Park Mexican:]
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Personly, I feel my people is cursed to be
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Riders 'til eternity
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My enemies tryin' to murder
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Hot as an infernary
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But I clocked my dough verbally
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Currently I push a benz out of Germany
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Tryin' to stay alive 'til I'm old & in the nursery
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My dead homies wife said today's they anniversary
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His blood on the seat done dried & turned to burgandy
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Dead on arrival there was no need for surgery
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Purposly left to die in his Mercury
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But he was the smart nigga on his way to university
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It's hurtin' me, that he's lyin' in the earth beneath
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It's fucked how we dyin' over turfs of streets
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I heard this beat so I had to be first to speak
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Helpin' my raza seems to be what works for me
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Certainly I got killers doin' dirt for free
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Burst the heat 'cuase I never learned to turn my cheek.
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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A different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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It's like a different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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[South Park Mexican:]
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Fast life
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My mom says I'm a sad sight
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Wake up & finish the beer I had last night
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Glass pipes, surround my 2-bedroom trailer
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Doctor feel good I graduated from Baylor
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With Taylor made suits, real loose, a gym with masoose
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My hood is full of hustlers & fiends that play their flutes
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We shoot you first, I can see that my future's cursed
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At the club with the gat inside my ruka's purse
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To the nurse or to the hurse
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You bitches gettin' to my nerves
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Mad 'cause my song came on & your girlfriend knew the words
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You stupid nerds
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We pushin' birds
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Aztecs run this universe
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My people livin' blind cause every time they look it hurts
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Now push reverse, way before the 2 benz's
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Way before my bitch was wearin' 8,000 dollar dresses
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I was broke but happy
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But now I'm rich & angry
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'Cause you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't stand me.
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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A different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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It's like a different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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[Low G:]
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En el segundo.
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Won't you come & step to my mundo?
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Soy prisionero
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Este jale por si me muero
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Es mi destino
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Leavin' muertos en el camino
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Soy assesino
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Mi primo es el materino
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Desiadado, watch your back porque soy mojado
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Violento ya tu saves de donde vengo del centro
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Atracando con mi matraca
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Lonestar State that's my muthafuckin' placa
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You heard about me ese vato si te mata
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Como El Zapata a mi gente le doy la plata
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Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan
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Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero
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Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero
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I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto.
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[South Park Mexican:]
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Dope House impire strikes again
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You jealous bitches say hello to my little friend.
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[Gun shots from Low G's AR15:]
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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A different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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To the gunshow today
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& buy a throw away
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It's time to go to war is what the homies say
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It's like a different beat, a different rap
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A different fool, a different gat
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Sorry but we're never gonna go away.
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Throw Away Gates
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South Park Mexican |