do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks is
carry hot guns I'm gonna beat ya now lay Fuckin' fly misses Why you niggas at the crib tryin' to find misses Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime
When I?m talkin' about the joint Talkin? ?bout that marijuana, talkin? ?bout the sense Talkin? ?bout the kind mota boca loa-loa Maui, lugers of work-ready The Mexican
one is a ten And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent Yo, I love my family, treat my folks of kin Rocking air and better, like a Mexican Shotting
Folks show That lighter don't work so That lighter don't work I'm just sayin' about Early in the mornin' Before I eats my breakfast I gotta get down
masa like that with the last name on the back got the 4 folks pokin candy paint soakin H-town to mexico back of the oakland at night time im lookin i
me in It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again Back again, happenin' with my folks and next of kin Asians, Blacks and Mexicans, Caucasian folks
stereo If you're looking to slide, come slide with us And if you're looking for a ride, it's a big old bus We got black folk, white folk and Middle East Mexican
sure in stereo If you're looking to slide, come slide with us And if you're looking for a ride, it's a big old bus We got black fold, white folk and Middle East Mexican
about him? He had medals He was in the war What will they say about him? He had folks in Houston But he moved out west What will they say about him? The Mexican
The deep black, the bloody arms swing Suffering from severe dementia And they thought you were the one You were the one Some folks were never meant
la La la la la la la From the place where the father's gone The mothers is hardly home And the madigon's lock us up in the Audy Home How the Mexicans
a razor and a stubble Cuttin' all this history from my neck Do you remember the year I first saw you in Eating Mexican in '92? In between your folks
, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
me Momma says she don't remember him An' I'm sure somewhere in my history I've got some slave blood in me An' some folks think that I look Mexican I
[Chorus: Ayana] Screens falling from the sky Boys swing in all those Lil' throwed folks We sunny side, for life Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed [Verse
, Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin [SPM] Mister S-P baby [Baby Beesh] S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican, With my
