up JC [South Park Mexican] I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke Got married at the crack hotel in south
[South Park Mexican talking] Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Yo, what's up, what's up JC Man it's real man,
译文: 南公园墨西哥. 在海滨别墅.
[South Park Mexican talking] Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Yo, what's up, what's up JC Man it's real man
, I think we've got 'em I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach
playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down
everybody) Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah) [Verse 1] Hustlas Dont give a fuckstas And we smoke like broke down mufflas Paint pictures Write scriptures At the beach
right?] {feel that} [Go'n ahead balla] {do ya thang} [Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] {really?} [Is that right?] {feel that} [Go ahead playa] {do yo thang} Spring break, Virginia Beach
Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin valley If you were me, u'd be surrounded by security Dope House, known for
and we finna jump the line jump the line every time you know we jump the line fresh up off the grind and we finna jump the line im south beach in miami
check's too fat, the banks can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on a beach
smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs" I got a tight spot that sits by the sea Three story beach house
backseat for badder brawls, hustle like I want it, My mack dame is bossin', the reason for this phone call is combo, is caution. South beach, you boss
New York love it baby [Chorus] [over Chorus:] South Bronx South Bronx, big 'em up! Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, Big Pun Big L, Randy Parker You with
I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach
at the house, and I'm back in the trap It made me feel real good when I came back with that sack [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] I'm South Beach in Miami, red
