Tonalidad: C minor
Verse 1
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(South Park Mexican talking)
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Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
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For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
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Yo, what's up, what's up JC
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Man it's real man, here
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we go
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[South Park Mexican] I'ma have to
Verse 2
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smoke,
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I'ma have to fucking toke
Am
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Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
Am
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No damn hope, I loc with the game
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Got married at the crack
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hotel in south man
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Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that
Am
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little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper,
Am
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fucking that Ginger
Am
Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you,
Am
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Got a fine bitch in the 6- 0- 2
Am
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America,
I fucked Ms. Virginia
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I'm known to burst, skip go to church
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Got the block hotter than your
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girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my
Am
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brand new twenties
Am
Go buy some more cause to
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me they just pen nies
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I won two emmys, man I win awards
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Got so much heat I could
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open up your pours
Am
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Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
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Now my mama high,
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cause she ate my weed brownies
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Now she tripping calling 9- 1- 1
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I'm sad cause she called
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me a what a bad son
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But I promise it's gone wear off soon
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Do what I do and just
watch some cartoons
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I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
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Cause a hoe just want to get
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in my fruit of the loom
Am
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma
E
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spread the news
F
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SPM undefeated can't lose
E
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
Am
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I love mama tattooed on my arm
Am
Dopehouse charm,
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with the diamonds in it
Am
F
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I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
E
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Am
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Just like Popeye except a little different
Am
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags
than shoes and sonic
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Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Am
Never love a bitch cause I
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just don't trust her
Never popped the question,
Am
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I'ma stay a bachelor
Am
I'm in the kitchen flipping
F
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cookies with my spatula
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Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I
come holler at you
Call me the greaser,
Am
Dm
roach and a tweezer
Am
Don't fuck with that nigga
cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla,
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co caine dealer
Am
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Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
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My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
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Now I'm packing flippers,
Am
large old flippers
Verse 3
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(Chorus: scratching)
Roll 80 vogues till them
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hoes start clacking
Am
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If you want to jack, I got something for you
Am
Not the chimmy change
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for the beans and rice
Am
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Then to the store I need a
Am
40 on some dice
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Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Am
Caught another case so I
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got to call my lawyer
Am
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Am
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them
F
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Tennessee Oilers
Verse 4
Am
[South Park Mexican]
You can play hockey,
E
Am
I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that
Am
They trying to shoot me,
E
Am
cause I'm making movies
F
Am
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
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I'ma eat at Lugies, save my doobies
Am
She in a D cup cause I
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bought them boobies
Am
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I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
Am
F
Am
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
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Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
Am
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and
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I'ma play the tuba
Am
See I'm awful throwed,
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y'all should also know
Am
F
That I'm with a swamp thing
Am
And he frozen,
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got the what house on the ocean
Am
Fuck her in the ass
E
with some suntan lotion
Am
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All in the open, where people could see
Am
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My nextdoor neighbor's
Am
taking pic tures of me
I'm a powerful man,
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I bought a house on the sand
Am
Bought the lot and told the cops
E
get off of my land
Am
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With my barbie, I'ma throw a party
Am
They want my autograph
but I don't got a sharpie
No more bacardi, I'm drunk
E
I need some coffee
Am
About to throw up bitch
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get the fuck off me
Am
But anyway man, hold them up,
You ain't my girlfriend,
Am
F
Am
my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick,
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so I won't say shit
Am
Then I saw the bitch kissing
But what he don't know ain't
Am
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gone hurt him though
Am
But hold up when he hear this
song he'll be swoll
Man, I'ma have to tell him
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that his album sucks
Am
And he shouldn't buy
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it or even listen to it once
Am
So let it be a lesson any girl
Am
Take her to the store and tell that
bitch to brush her teeth
Outro 1
(Chorus)
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