Iatola - South Park Mexican

I'm meetin' up with the governor

3 2 and the Hillwood Hustla

Comin' straight out the head though

From the brain representin' my ghetto

It's a trip how they die young

In the hood in my Cadillac flier through the 'Wood

Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover

Pink soda mind of a noter

Lean on my shoulder slang coca

20 G's on my team Villanova

Blow m*******a in the sauna

While my niggas move d**e on the corner

V-12 motor vida loca

Now your b**ch trying to give me her panocha

Fat sweet roller in my trocka

And my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her

Copa Cabana thankin' Santa

For the keyboard that came wit the sampler

Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on

She wit me 'cause I am the champion

It's the same old story though

Ni**a died 'cause he f**ked wit the wrong hoe

It's the sign of the times man

By second thank God that I'm alive man

Peace to my dead G's

Fell short trying to stack up they benjis

In the midst and the fog boys wanna squab

All on my dick like corn on the cob

You ain't sh*t but a job for one of my killers

How many niggas must die by the trigga

I'm a sipper I'm a swerver first degree murder

Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer

No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager

I don't love you

I don't hate you but I will misplace you

In the gutter for the f**k of it

Gangsta ni**a chuggin' sh*t

Candy on my mother ship

And haters they can suck a dick

So this what it came to y'all the same crew

Old friends southeast niggas claim blue

But I don't gang bang I claim no color

She lost her son

What if that was your mother

I sit back in my '92 blue Lac

And I support foundations like Lulac

I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman

That was back when niggas

Jammin' to Pee Wee Herman

Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher

I remember f**kin' Liz on the bleachers

1986 wasn't making hits

I was chasing chicks having bad relationships

Now I f**k Asian b**ches fine Haitian b**ches

Romanian Italian some f**kin' bang delicious

I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious

Shoot 'em up and leave 'em

Layin' in some strange positions