Land Of The Lost Lyrics By South Park Mexican

(feat. Marilyn Rylander)

[First Verse (SPM):]

He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill
Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his eyes
Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies
His father's doin' twenty-five to life
Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel
Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthafuckin' cop shot him

[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
We always will....
Remember you...
We always will...
Have love for you...
A taste of life....
And now your gone...
You found a life....
In the Land of the Lost....

[Second Verse (SPM):]
They met when they was teenagers, around the tenth grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work at the buck naked
And everything she made dancing he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a club license
A second life, that she had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength to finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really hurt her
Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further
Circumstances that led to last dances
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances
Six o' clock services, feel the nervousness
Of having to look at death perfectless
I'm smokin' roaches burnin' the shit out my fingers
Rememberin' the words of the Church choir singers

[Chorus]

[Third Verse (SPM):]
Another Mexican gangbanger
Set tripper, wig splitter
A trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin, but different color rags
Browns puttin' browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different clique
They got no love for themselves so they livin' sick
For centuries we been fillin' penitentaries
It's plain to see, we're our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the raza
Is all dead or doin' time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless
Cuz they can't find a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is layin' in a grave that he dug

[Chorus (2x)]

We Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics By South Park Mexican

(feat. Rasheed)

[SPM]
Master minded, boys get blinded
Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it
Oh never mind it's right here
Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
Dear diary: my hood is so firery
I remember when no one would hire me
used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
take my niggas out to Ninfas,
I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
Forever armed and dangerous
Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love

[Chorus]
[Rasheed & SPM]
On fire
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
Hell nah homeboy
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
No way, no how
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
So fuck what you thought
"We ain't goin' nowhere"

[Rasheed]
Here we go,
It's them soldiers from the ghetto
the "mero mero's"
Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em
crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey)
{but that leavin' might}?
that I'ma love her so much
when the hustlin' get behind her
These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action
assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions
You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends
be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end
Independent disposal is world wide
Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
slide (slide, slide,slide)
Purity assure me the highest quality
I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot
I carry a hit from my head to the planet
global, on my mobile, my click forever known

[Chorus]

[SPM]
In God we trust,
Partna, ain't no bossin' us
I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
I guess I 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 labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'
I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems
I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks
but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit
You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
I'd rather die, then work for the man
No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans

[Chorus x2]

Oh My My Lyrics By South Park Mexican

Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic!
Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!

[First Verse: SPM]

Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out
Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt
Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make
But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate
Separate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your two faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish

[Chorus: Baby Beesh]

Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road

[Second Verse: SPM]

Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria
I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
S P M on choppers like men
Y'all run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at

[Chorus]

[Third Verse: Baby Beesh]

Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta
Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot
You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded

[Chorus]

Dope House Intro Lyrics By South Park Mexican

Dope House Records....
Dope sells itself, BIATCH!!!!
The real always gonna recognize the real...
If y'all muthafuckas want some
Then come get you some potna

[First (and only) verse SPM:]

For every city that I come to
This for every bitch that I run through
This for every hater in the Universe
Stayin' one step ahead, I'm shootin' first
For every killa lookin' for some employment
I'm a nigga that you don't fuckin' toy with
This is for my enemies and homies
If you got a strong family then join me
Everything I say, be safely said
While me and my niggas keep breakin' bread
Don't hate the Mex, it's obvious
That you don't wanna see my people prosperous
In God We Trust, put down your guns
For my niggas locked down for a thousand months
I'ma bounce and bust, sell an ounce of dust
The wetback, I suggest you get down with us

[Chorus (Courtney Jones):]

Welcome to the Dope House
Welcome to the Dope House
This is for my killas, killas, killas
This is for my killas

[SPM]

Peace to my home boy Mansa

If I Die Lyrics By South Park Mexican

Persecuted by the world
all I want is my baby girl
in my arms braided up on pretty curls
Keep the fame and the fortune I don't need it
is to many out there wanna see me bleedin,
as I wake up stuck in time
in this place people loose they fucken mind
I see shadows in the night of demons dancing
most penitentiaries overseen by clansmen
Stay strong even though it's hard
keep my head up and stay close to GOD
I see friends I knew back in school
they ain't the same covered up in tattoos
In the land of the free I'm forever known
look up at the sky and pretend I'm home
Dear Lord I know you got a plan for me
but I'd rather be at home with my family

[HOOK x2]

If I die momma don't loose your mind
stay strong the world don't accept my kind
I was born hate free always been different
It's hard to stay alive when you're brown and gifted

I understand it in due time my life is going to slide behind
the curtain of uncertainty the pearly gates to the fire,
cuz I'm a rambling man, a gambling man
so when the shit hits the fan my plan is to stand as a man,
my canvas is bland painted the perfect picture
but my tears made the paint run; I need an eraser but shit ain't one,
the critics looking at the picture saying it feels dark
but you critickin my art baby is still art
I know some people that respect me for me
I know some people that neglect me for me
And so it pans out so now when I pass
and the last of my breath has been breathed at ease
Momma don't cry for me I'm watching over you
I'm still doing the same thing your son is opposed to do,
so if you love me love me and everything is fine
we're gonna reunite in the sky and do time

[HOOK]

I tried to tell you that these motherfuckers wanted my soul,
hate me till I'm dead and gone but in love with my dough,
as they listen to my cd that they got from somebody
I can't believe that he is saying this in custody,
doesn't he realize we got him right were we want him
I was warned by a prisoner they'll be coming,
can you imagine life without rats
that back stab their own to try get were they at?
I made millions but felt I was never rich,
how can greed make people be so devilish?
I wrote a book entitled they can't stop
took about 20 pens and a lot of coffee,
they hit me up with some years and a small fine
it's gonna be the greatest comeback of all time
and all I got left is true fans
cuz my horoscope said that my bitch found a new man

[HOOK x2]

Screens Falling Lyrics By South Park Mexican

(feat. Ayana, Coast)

[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swing in all those
Lil' throwed folks
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed

[Verse 1: SPM]
It feel good givin back to the hood
I'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I wont forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records President
And they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Coast]
And you can find me in a parkin lot
Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
Thats my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I pull up and
Some of that old crazy shit
I will roll down my windows and got
Seven inches for the radius
Maybe its the attention that I'm gettin
When they spinnin, or maybe
It's the liqour that I'm sippin
And got me feelin like
I cant be taken lightly
Cause I been poppin pills
So you aint gon' like me
I might distributing llello
Put you on my payroll
Supply with a bird
But you dont move it till I say so
Make sure you dont take
No money out from under me
Cause I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for that
Pink or Purple soda
You better move over
I'm not far from vomiting
Los and Coast's the shit
But still that diet aint no stoppin him

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down everytime
Everytime you piss out brew
Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true killer
Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
Representer, bow before you enter
Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some more people up

[Chorus]

Wizard Of Oz Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[Chorus 2X's]
Now come follow me
Down yellow brick road
To easier to see
Hillwood Hustla
Got what you need

[Verse 1]
It were plain to see
Since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
To think a damn papermate got me rich
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess
I blow sess for my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
None the less I was real with the homies
With the O-Z's running from the police
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 2]
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set man yall funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 3]
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
Im just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It aint easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did [echoes]

[Chorus 2X's]

Meet Your Fate Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[Verse 1 Pimpstress]

My click picks your pockets,
splits tha profits,
choose the targets,
and take out the garbage,
Fill tha cartridge,
more lead than Zepplin,
tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like drums.
Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I
opened up my sliss more.
But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
looked like gelatin.
A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.

[Hook]

1-2 Better call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate

[Verse 2 Pimpstress]

Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.
Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,
who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,
And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,
Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.
Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,
Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
Leave you brainless make it painless.
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Pimpstress]

My money flows like a runny nose,
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina .
From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras
Groa.
Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,
SPM had a fatha made of concrete,
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,
And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,
Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,
Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.

[Hook]

[Spm] No more chances

Streets On Beats Lyrics By South Park Mexican

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
Believe in 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

Burn Us Alive Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[South Park Mexican]
Wizard of oz. at the age of 14
In New Orleans I met my first dope fiend
A rock and roll king, but this was no dream
Spend so much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing
Cuz I'm serving the white and smoking the green
All the real motherfuckers you'll know what I mean
A cut from my G's it means nothing to me
To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free
Cuz I know you, and you know me
I got niggas that'll front me two whole keys
True homies that learn to survive
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive

[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [4x]

[Grimm]
I remember way back way back in the day (day)
Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me
Ugh, me and Los had a million dollar scheme (what?)
Platinum, at the age of 17
But that ain't shit (nigga) and I don't give a fuck
Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck
Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank
But lost my niggas but I'm still stuck in the deep game
Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight
You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Don't make me cock my shit and put one in your life
You trying to take this because you hate this (bitch)
You'll know when I am through just to make this (bitch)
And man believe me homie, nigga I'm a survivor
(lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)

[Chorus]

[Happy Perez]
Now is you in or out, can't be caught in between
So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being
See wearing this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing and be described as your name
Again the do's and don'ts
Make sure you know what you swish
Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch
It's the ups and downs of the lives that we live
Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid
A lot of give and take, nobody said that it'd be easy
The cheddar ain't always cheesy, the wind ain't always breezy
Believe me from here to there and back
It's all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks
And black jacks to craps every bait is covered
And break the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)

[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [2x]