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South Park Mexican |
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Never Change |
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I Must Be High |
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I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't |
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Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke |
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I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace |
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Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas |
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The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess |
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You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes |
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I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines |
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Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses |
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Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my cottle |
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Quick and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow |
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Bought a condo for my topo cause she working that taco |
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It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe |
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TV screens, margarita machines with street marines |
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Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings |
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If it means anything this for all my G's |
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I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's |
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Another DWI, drunk and fucking high |
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I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky |
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They call me young Thurston Howell the Third |
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And that's my word |
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I'm a swang, I'm a swerve |
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I'm a park and scrape the curve |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Why when I'm not high does my life |
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Feel like it's missing something |
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I know that I must be high |
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So that I can function |
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I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious |
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No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches |
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Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons |
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Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes |
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The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits |
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No French kisses and no hippopotamuses |
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I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me |
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As I represent Houston like what the damn with me |
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I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em |
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Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em |
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Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie |
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Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy |
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My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy |
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Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly |
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Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle |
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Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle |
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[Chorus] |
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I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick |
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As the police officers patting down my click |
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They say my bandana breaks the dress code |
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Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho |
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I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling |
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Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in |
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Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what |
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Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum |
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Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land |
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Burning off in my smoky in the bedded Tranzam |
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The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling |
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Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin |
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Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper |
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Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga |
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Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous |
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I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias' |
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[Chorus] |
