In My Hood South Park Mexican

[SPM]
One, Two buckle that fool
He's Fuckin with me, if he's Fuckin with you
Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two forty-fo's so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a ho for my dough, like I'm grabbin the Mic'
They bought me a used Dirt Bike
A year later, it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us, punk ass officers
Mad, cause my closet full of guns and Nauticas
Rockin up duckies, for fiends and junkees
Got more cheese than Chuck E's, and get my weed from uglies
It's all lovely, just bought a Pitbull puppy
Its guaranteed to make me a shit full of money
Man I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous
So I left, I can't even write in cursive

[Hook]
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What do you see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

[SPM]
And I'm going live, liver than the rest
I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test
Up in Garza West, smokin on a skinny square
Three more, and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin cause know they say my daughter rap
Seven years old (Carley:I'm eight now dad) they say she real cold
She my muthafuckin life, for real though