![]() Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Get the embed code SOUTH PARK MEXICAN - Hustle Town Album Lyrics1.Block Of Rock2.Block of Rock (For Years)3.For Years (Remix)4.Ghetto Imprisonment5.Grave Yards (Remix)6.Grave Yards (Screwed)7.Hustle Town8.Imprisonment (Remix)9.Mary - Go - Shift12.Riddla On Da Roof13.Runaway (Remix)14.Streets (Remix)15.Streets On Beats Intro16.Streets on Beats17.Wizard of Oz.SOUTH PARK MEXICAN Lyrics provided by H-town, Hustletown, did this for y'all, my boy Low-G So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke Hoes and drug sales, some fell, in fact it's most Shooting star yes, ol' trick no blow indo My GM shine brighter than the golden arches You don't wanna start mess with the heartless My missiles, oh they do leave body dimplesĪttack your whole staff like a pack full of pit bullsĪnd coming on next, oh take a wild guess, the South Park Mex You're superficial talking about life with a pistolīut youse a hoe living clean as a whistle Staying high till I die flying like a eagle Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil Treat them like a bitch, still got them hoes begging ![]() Little tricks for my dick twenty-four seven In the middle of the night with no lightsĪnd the four-five, chilling at the dope house I get respect when I step with my new tek If you ain't down with these G's motherfuck youĪnd when I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set Gots the grin on my face when I'm come through Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street So please wait let me tell you about those There's all kinds of player haters out there So if there's something you gotta get off your chest 'Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this MexĬoming straight out the south east side of that tex Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest To all y'all players and y'all haters, haters keep watching y'all backĪnd y'all players keep creeping and stacking that paper That you don't mess with, so let me keep stressing that lesson Verse 1: SPMNow spread the word I got them Pricks on the dead end streets And watch them jump out boys Cause they rollin ten deep Creepy crawlin the night Ya know the deal On the muthafuckin Hill We all strapped to kill Chill hittin licks in the wind that never. ![]() You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wishĪnd on your grave I tag it's the motherfucking rick 'Cuz real G's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up You shouldn't have tried that set up now your ass is getting wet up I'm blowed while I'm creeping up whip out my Tek so now you're gone Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everybody to HustletownĪre we recording? Alright let's do this fellasįor years I've been working on the block of rockįor years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock
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