lirik lagu lone star ridaz - south park-south bronx
[fat joe]
yeah, terror squad motherf-ckers
dopehouse, that n-gg- joey crack ya heard
uh, no doubt, yeah, uh, yo
[fat joe]
what up houston, same sh-t new place
it’s about time y’all n-gg-s featured on a screw tape
fat joe and spm, the best be them
any set trying to test, gone rest within
you f-cking with mexicans, and pure bordos
down -ss n-gg-s that’ll blow you with the sawed-off
you know you see the photos in the lowrider mags
i’m blowing like a dragon, in a loced out wagon
car just sagging, and we sh-tting on fools
chicas go crazy when they see my 22’s
forget them other dudes, man they numbers is up
terror squad, dopehouse who’s f-cking with us
i guess it’s the feddy, i done got em all scared of us
more ridas, more guns you ain’t prepared for us
there’s no comparing us, we real and you fake
like going in too deep, you can’t chew straight
[chorus x2]
the south bronx
the south, south bronx
south park
the south, south park
[spm]
up jump the boogie, to the boogie down bronx
anyone against us catching hot rocks
you f-cking cops, know who shot up the parking lot
sp got more red dots than chicken pocks
two hitting glocks at my door panels
putting holes in your flannels, now how you like them apples
everyday i’m in khakis and a wife beater
and everyday i pour a four in a two liter
f-ck some brew n-gg-, i’ma stay a true sipper
my b-tch tripping, cause my shirt stay full of glitter
i’m the last of the litter, the f-cking runt
and this weed in my blunt, ain’t no f-cking pump
so what, i’m here till i go
collabo with fat joe, just to let you rats know
this is family on happy p’s jamming beats
you hoes ain’t balling, take those twenties off that camry
[chorus x2]
[spm]
you motherf-ckers got no idea what i’ve been through
i’m in the club packing my grandmother’s jinsu
smoking tough, my jewelry is broken cuffs
loading slugs, somebody give los a hug
don’t discuss much if it ain’t bout paper
i built the nine bedroom on a solid acre
i’m murdering, f-ck it i’ll kill her and him
hit the curb, and f-ck off a perfect rim
i buy iy, cook it and serve it
my weed is lime green just like the kermit
no the churchin and the world could ever clean my scrill
i raid my own dopehouse and say it’s just a drill
i’m on glash on my -ss like a peac-ck
while you fake n-gg-s changing like the weed spot
and my team got boriquas and mexicans
we smith and wessin’n, f-ck that fighting and wrestling
[chorus x2]
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