Who’s Over There South Park Mexican (Ft. Low-G & Marilyn Rylander)

[South Park Mexican]
Yeah
I just wanna
Say, "I love all you haters"
It's not your fault
You was raised to like the smell of shit
Us players, we like the smell of roses

Chorus: Marilyn Rylander
Who's over there (there they go, right there)
No one said that life was fair (y'all playin' dirty)
You haters come from everywhere (from all over the place)
Y'all hate us just because you're scared (mark-ass motherfuckers)

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
Broken dreams, to be the coke king
Everyone asleep except me and the dope fiends
5 A.M. sittin' on the corner
The day's gettin' warmer, but my heart's gettin' colder
Sold my last boulder, let the storm pass over
Never touch my dope
I'm only the cash holder
Soldier
I sleep with one eye open
In the land where you see men die, smokin'
Let the fry soak in, water, water
Hillwood cowboy, fuckin' down the farmer's daughter
Street saga
Corner store robber
Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama
Baller
My block hotter than lava
The wetback
In love with my mojada
Papa, shit talker, dick dropper
SPM, the rap Skywalker