Lord Loco’s Melody South Park Mexican (Ft. JC)
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[Verse 1]
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get killed
Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
King of the Hill baby momma named Jill
Naw I ain't trippin uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Nacogdoches
Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read Orley's
Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside its stormy
Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me
[Chorus: JC ad libs]
[Verse 2]
I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sassy, southern, and sexy
Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
I'm like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us
Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you ain't ballin take them 20's off that Taurus
Apologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didn't clean the house and cut the grass
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
Drug dealing son ain't much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
It's hard to explain so I wrote these lines
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get killed
Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
King of the Hill baby momma named Jill
Naw I ain't trippin uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Nacogdoches
Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read Orley's
Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside its stormy
Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me
[Chorus: JC ad libs]
[Verse 2]
I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sassy, southern, and sexy
Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
I'm like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us
Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you ain't ballin take them 20's off that Taurus
Apologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didn't clean the house and cut the grass
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
Drug dealing son ain't much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
It's hard to explain so I wrote these lines
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