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South Park Mexican Never Change

a astranot im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican ah oh radio radio radio im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican radio

sure you want to, take me to war I got my G's, I got my team Put me down for murda in first degree My clip is full, but that'll change Heard you got

Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin

to my boys up in Pasadene Its all sweet and beautiful Shine my nails and cuticles My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" [Chorus: Ayana] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio

do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus] [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin lot Parkin a

batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box [SPM] I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never

hell (yo) Fresh off the motherfuckin crack hotel (Uh-huh) The young nigga, knock-a knock a nigga out quick (POP!) Ya'll heard a new jam called "We bout sick" (Hehe) With the mexicans

V. and no cartoons My heffer in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs [Chorus - 2x] [South Park Mexican