Iatola

歌詞

[South Park Mexican:] I'm meetin' up with the governor 3 2 & the Hillwood Hustla Comin' straight out the head though From the brain representin' my ghetto It's a trip how they die young In the hood in my cadillac flyer, through the 'wood Wit my homey Iatola in the Clover Pink soda mind of a noter Lean on my shoulder slang coca 20 G's on my team Villanova Blow marijuana in the sauna While my niggas move dope on the corner V12 motor vida loca Now your bitch tryin' to give me her panocha Bad sweet roller in my troka & my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her Copa Cabana thankin' sana For the keyboard that came wit the sampler Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on She wit me cause I am the champion. [South Park Mexican:] It's the same ol' story though Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe It's the sign of the times man By a second thank God that I'm alive man Peace to my dead G's Fell short tryin' to stack up they Benji's In the midst & the fog Boys wanna squab All on my dick like corn on the cob You ain't shit but a job for one of my killers. How many niggas must die by the trigger? I'm a sipper I'm a swerver first degree murder Smoke a fried stick & get wetter than a surfer No reversin' my nature 90 pounds on my pager I Don't love you I don't hate you but I will misplace you In the gutter for the fuck of it Gangsta nigga chuggin' shit Candy on my mothership & haters they can suck a dick. [Phone rings twice:] [South Park Mexican:] That's the god damn deal. & that's the god damn deal. [Man:] Dope House. [South Park Mexican:] Uh. Yeah hold up man. [Man:] Who this be? [South Park Mexican:] This... This how we do this. Man. [Man:] Who? [South Park Mexican:] So this what it came to y'all the same crew Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue But I don't gangbang. I claim no color She lost her son. What if that was your mother? I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac & I support foundations like LULAC I went to Alma in 2nd ward off of Sherman That was back when niggas jammin' to Peewee Herman. Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher I remember fuckin' Liz on the bleachers 1986 wasn't makin' hits I was chasin' chicks havin' bad relationships. Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches Romanian Italian some fuckin' bang delicious I went from pain to riches & I remain malicious Shoot 'em up & leave 'em layin' in some strange positions.