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South Park Mexican Hustle Town Streets on Beats Thanks to swedishpimp@hotmail.com for these lyrics. Yeppa Yeppa homeboys That's the nigga Low-G Puttin' it down for the nina eight We givin' prop, what we did this week So don't trip, if we forgot your click I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town Come around fuck 'em down with my underground Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P. But my hina' hollerin' release me Prime time like shines on the high mimes Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times Another fool puttin' down the truth, You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her The wanderer, hill wood hustler, Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town Is you hoes really ready for the take down? Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop, Make your whole click catch the Greyhound Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep, Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy, We, put the streets on beats Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated, Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees, We, put the streets on beats Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right Act a fool when I one two check the mic Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac I jump in this shit and there's no way back Creep the seven seven Seville convertible My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience Got a dopehouse in seven locations Professional, but don't test my testicles On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic And leaving myself, no one else saw my magic Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild Put the street on beats, who trippin' now? Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1, Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G, We, put the streets on beats DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage, 20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed, We, put the streets on beats I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national It's understandable, not to mention what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin' Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin' It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD See mo' pussy-cat than tweety! On the underground nation, layin' foundation The biggest problem that H-Town's facin' Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin' Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany, We, put the streets on beats Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill, Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C., We, put the streets on beats |
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