Real Gangsta South Park Mexican

[Chorus]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see...

[Verse 1]
He was a good kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
He couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters was crossed out with X's
He wondered he knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked tooth and nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in middle school, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
Verse one done take me to the second one

[Chorus]
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see...
She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see...