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South Park Mexican - "Dallas To Houston"
Lyrics to Dallas To Houston : [South Park Mexican talking] We aint tripping, yall one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes She was so precious, she was so bout it I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it Im S-P Mexy, girls think Im sexy Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy Now Im in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo Im in the hotel, smoking that godel Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king Ima sag my jeans, down to my knees Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please Im so alert, boys getting hurt Step to the S, Ima let my gun squirt I got to roll with the KNON Thats the dang home of the SPM Oh my lord, its such a pretty day I love the D-Town and I think Im gone stay This for my Raza, I got a beer panza I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them go hard on the mic I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike Whats up to Maria, she from Handuras My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists Im in my room, rolling up ganja My moms in the kitchen, rolling up masa The whole metro plex, S-P Mex My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X Ima pop one, guess its time to get wiggy Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux Ask me if Im fucked up, pretty much Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch Lets jump in my bathtub, bubble suds I can see with my third eye, birds eye view I got to sur-vive, so chew We roll with the tech nine, teflon This sign at the time man, all wrong My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place You talk shit, but never in my fucking face Holler back if you can dude, murder rough But Ive only killed a hand fool, early yeah I was drunk and was on caine Now its seven a.m. its been a long day Im just trying to go to sleep, but I cant though I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor I just want to shoot in every direction But I cant cause my kids is upstairs though I look in the mirror I see Carlos Thats the cat that done lost all his marbles Ima go to the kitchen make some nachos But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes I got the new benz plus two cheves On 19 inch choppers they dont make twenties Enemies oh yeah man I got many I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny Im a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her See Im the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon Thick bitch, the only way I like them She suck my dick but Im playing on my trike Weave out of line, so refreshing Man they try to get me for some weed possession Im mashing and dashing, I aint clashing my lac Id rather let my nigga drive Ima chill in the back Ima smoke janey, the radio dont play me Except the real niggas, the rest of yall is ladies Yall should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas Im making wise investments, I bought 15 SKSs [Chorus x2] The hood is the hood man It dont matter where you from or what you claim You still get your motherfucking cap pealed Fucking with this tight circle that my click built [South Park Mexican] Im with the Marco on the dang radio Ima blow big, Ima watch my babies grow Ima say hello, eat a bowl of jello I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow See I got to get it, Im super like unleaded Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid In my new crib freaking down a college student Original gangsta, Houston Ima thank you Peace to my mama and my guardian angel Ima get a pager, I mean the two razor Ima hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia Im a hell raiser, from what the dang south Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout Peace to northeast in the what jail route Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing Aint no way that SPM could be a human being Thugging and Im g-ing, my car is European Got enough snow I could probably go skiing Ima throwed dude, game in a shoe In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute Man whats the dealy, hold them make them gilly In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy See Im just Los, thats all I ever be Yall remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V X to the Y and finally the Z Man thats the end, S-P to the M Fin to go um, just ride in the wind [ Dallas To Houston Lyrics ]
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