South Park Mexican
Power Moves
The Player
-What's up Frost, how have you been homeboy?...
-Hey wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldier Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
[Verse 1]
My dear... Central America
Here in Houston winning my fair
On the corner life is fine
I ask God to take care of my daughter
Look, my job is the street
Selling pounds that come from the valley
If my mother understood me
My family goes first
My flag was my war
It's whateva bustin not just anyone
I want you to know that I am death
If you escape it will be pure luck...
Chorus:
Capish understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to New York that is pure love
For all who got love for El Player
Houston to Nuevo Leon
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with chrome
True crime family , enemies pay
Never die happily...
[Verse 2]
Assault riffles, professional snipers
Got my rival, shittin in they die
You don't like us cool, but don't show it
Who wanna fuck with this killers slash poet
I blow with duss, like nitro-gliset
You bitches, love talkin' off a pot you piss in
Chill homes, cause you ain't that hard
Faud, frossin' in your own backyard
I'm world wide in the two tone blow ride
You grow high, they might seen it
Baby that's my life hater, heart breaker
Life taker smile now, cry later...
-Dope House Records
-Man What's up LOS
-up with my bitch Snow White
-She's going for 13-5
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
(Chorus)
[Verse 3]< br/>I'm in the sport, where we matter
What you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport
I don't chase people, people chase me
Fez math, on da side, how I brake free
Take he, to the rough neck taktis
I got you putos screamin worse than an actress
In a horror flik, he'll be fallin brick
In this biz you better be rollin thick
Holdin shit down son ain't no seein' us
My nina Buss, another uman bein crushed
Street genius, so, so serious
Your fairness, deedly experience...
(Chorus)
Kapeesh understand the touch...

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