[Chorus:] Ain't no Love (in the heart of the city) Why the fuck do I wake up with a beer in my hand? And burnt finger tips from the roach that I had
Cuz I'm a basketball hooper Out-run the trooper I'ma bring home the trophy like Cynthia Cooper Cucaracha in my ashtray a 40 on my lap I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans
[Chorus:] Run away, run for your life, he's returned..... [South Park Mexican] I ain't worked in two years guess who's back Still my old album sell
got my three wishes To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope I tag cities up, run right through 'em other
ova ya shoulda Shits getting colda Don't flip the strip and you might dip into a coma I the bomba Bomba I'ma let you know que onda Que onda In the South Park
like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your
these are the things that i ask the revrend excuse me sir but can mexicans go to heaven? (CHORUS) the other day i spoke to the revrend to see if he'd say if mexicans
't changed not one little bity-bit to be honest ya'll the ones who really did. Hating me 'cause you live in misery but there is other ways to take your
my nigga F**k these hoe ass niggas (Chorus - 2x) You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys You get your guns, I'll get my guns [South Park Mexican]
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby mama
bleed nigga It's about time to get it homie I think these boys done forgot who started it Who started this I started this for all these Mexicans down south
to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates Girls fanin my face, others
Begin (Any fools need to quit) Playin' hatin' on this two indivituals Versatile quit 2-0-3 be the pino Code M-A-Y-H-E-M, two bold headed Mexicans In
give me a sign That nigga that had murdered you got twisted by Jason Had to tell you 'cause I know that ya'll in different locations Have you seen Lil Lex? the other
,check two,lets take a cruise I done did the game every which way but loose Nuthin left to do except collect my cash And I bet that ass that the Mexico
things that I asked the Reverend, "Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?" The other day I spoke to the Reverend, to see if he'd say that Mexicans
go Life is a prison risk in the midst of runnin slow [Chorus: SPM & Carolyn 2X:] [SPM:] Hustle slow or hustle fast, cages for who love the cash Others
[Verse 1: SPM] I'm in da Hill W- double O - D Texas Got three benzes, and quick reflexes I'm a eat me breakfast, with the Mexicans Break dance in my cell
