Текстове на песни:
South Park Mexican Rollin

like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your

kickin To show my sh*t Rappin holdin of my d*ck Boy I dont quit Crime rappin mutha f*cka From around the way I gotta sick shooter yo mean hombre Rollin

love for a mexican my homies been chillin wanna smoke for free will they have gas money or depend on me? can i roll on those streets in my 57? let me know can mexicans

[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night

[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby mama

up JC [South Park Mexican] I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke Got married at the crack hotel in south

parkin lot Parkin a drop, hop in the X5 Thats my, SUV, yes ma Next time I pull up and Some of that old crazy shit I will roll down my windows and got

Deliver my life the best I could Robin hood, youngest crook Here they come now watch y'all look Go by the book, charge I shook It's that mexican dance

old steam cleana come on [Chorus: South Park Mexican] [Verse 2: Angela Perez] I need a sweet to calm my nerves a swisha sweet filled with killa herbs I wanna fill it, roll