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Артист: South park mexicanНазвание : Comin` Up Comin` DownДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap spm latin south park mexican hip hop Видео:
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Comin` Up Comin` Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound (x4) First Verse: Well let me jump in this funk, with a pump and fake, Give me five funky dollars you can bump my tape, Cuz my flow come reala than a dealer servin` killa, Ain`t nobody trilla, Still a body chilla, Feel a millimeter comin` quicker than a cheetah, Me drop you on your peta, Then snatch your senorita, I be the creepa, back street sweeper, Want a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper, Leaf of tha Ganga, make me really want`cha, Dip me up in water, fried with me sauncha, Got`cha, me glock pop pop on your drop top, Tha way I dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch, Drop a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome, Smoke on my square alone, don`t know one care at home, Pair of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk, I got my glock poppin` hot rocks in your body, party-hearty, Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley, Sorry I`m hardly the one you should learn from, Everywhere I turn somebody wanna burn one, It`s the cursed son worse than the first one, When me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse, Cuz I shoot`em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian, Choppin` on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin, Could have been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand, Jesus`s helpin` hand, reason this record jam, Never ran, never will, Still chill in Hillwood, Damn sure feel good, Livin` in a real hood Chorus Second Verse: Now you can work on knees, You can jack for keys, I cut my cheese, And get t stackin` G`s, Drinkin` daquiri`s, and ain`t no jackin` these, I got slack in the front and the back of me, It`s a tragedy, I was raised on streets, Blazed on sweets, and sprayed posses, Costly profession, learned my lesson, Bout` Impressin` my click with Smith & Wesson, Addressin` Ghetto issues, When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin` through a box of tissues, But if I was in his shoes, I`d probably still lose, It`s in my blood to kill fools, Him choose death when he disrespect, Inject my Tec, and then I press eject, The Mex will check any clique that trips, It don`t make sense talkin` lip to clips, Which way to run, where do you hide? Boo-YAH! Ooh y`all almost died, Now take a ride with me, through the deep blue sky, Here take a hit, let me get you high Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
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