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Viewing Lyrics for H-Town G-Funk:

Artist:South Park Mexican
Taken from the album Hillwood by South Park Mexican
Track:H-Town G-Funk
Date Added:27/04/2015
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[First Verse]
My sweet Lac fall
back just creepin' on three wheels
A b--ch to my right c--ked giving me cheap thrills
see meals, coming down my path
In the ghetto cat's wrath making math
I'm the last to
blast, on that aaa now you the past
It's no joke you get smoked like buddah grass
the fastest punk em' like cashes
And when I crash this you catch whiplashes
b--ch I'm on
a mission to listen and give descriptions
Hung G's in my hood in their intentions
I hear
gunshots ringing like hell's bells
I see drug sells check out my thug tales
f--k jails,
bank swells keeps hella grip
And I can sell dope on ice, and never slip
They serving
Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cooking bricks
Save my crumbs for the ones who s--king d--ks
made it rich on the ditch you quick snap
I left that cut now they wonder where the brick's at

My green s--t stacks, still clip packs
Thirty-six lead homies so don't trip jack

It's the wet back hitting on the bongs
Son in the long run, I'll be the strong one.

Chorus: (4X)
If you step in my hood b--ch you will get blasted
It's nothin but
that h-town g-funk

(Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.)

[Second Verse]
I told yah, boy you must have caught amnesia
Trying to jack
now you're on your back breathing anastesia
You got blasted cuz you trespassed it
never lasted, in the game I mastered
You stupid bastard, tell me what's your final word

Before I let this lead tip hit your spinal cord
Oh you was ready just begging to gank me

Now your aaa is just dead and stanky
I put my foot in your s--t like the hokey pokey

Leave the scene, now everything's okie dokie
Your homies know me, but they won't f--k with
Cuz now they know that I could show buck a b--ch
I'm the macker plus the gun packer

So you little jackers best stick to crackers
Cuz f--king with this mex gets your neck
Stuck like chuck straight f--ked and in check Loc
Cuz I think fast when I'm in the
slow lane
Get in my domain and fall back with no brain
So dont raid, or try to rain on
my parade
Cuz i'm strapped from my blade, to my grenade.


My sweet Texas, restless, wanting to ride Lexus
Check this or flex this, I get
Unbelievable lyrical synical
Here we go mary go round I down critical

Street stamina dammin' a cop
Slammin' a punk, and jam in my funk
I'm the man with the
skill foreal
Guard my grill with steel, on Sundays I kneel
On my knees to Jesus, please
seize us
Cuz my boy's in trouble, and he needs us
Got a bat, my homie's on the double

Punks want trouble, I bam bam rubble
Still the son of a gun having big fun
and get some, I leave you wet mon
Fill your lead with an infared
I put the best to bed,
they call him dead f--king fred
Shed my skin like a snake on a vine
Climbing on the
crime side, coming around the blind side
We fall in ranks like a motherf--king pyramid

And I'm the top block will I stop never did
Make you pass the 9th grade, but got life made

Chose that dope and I hope I picked the right trade.


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