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Artist:SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
Taken from the album Miscellaneous by SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Latola
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1
 
Lyrics:[Verse 1]
I'm meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight
out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12
motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
trocka
And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the
keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cuz I
am the champion

[Verse 2]
Its the same ol story though
Nigga died cuz he fucked
wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the times man
By second thank God that I'm alive
man
Peace to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they benjis
In the midst and
the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job
for one of my killer
How many niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first
degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90
pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter
for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can
suck a dick

[Verse 3]
So this what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends
Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if
that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations like
LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee
Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the
bleachers
1986 wasnt making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I
fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I
went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange
positions
 
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