Текст песни Woodson N Worthin

"Woodson 'N' Worthin'"

[South Park Mexican:]
Yeah just erase everything let me do this
This is damn Filero this is damn Filero
He on the muthafuckin' what sobrero
The bake hood bring me some bake
Hey Filero pull up bass in this song
Man I don't hear no bass okay
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Here we go man.

Smoke on the kill popped up on 3 wheel
Want another peel naw nigga I'm a chill
Gone off the X it's the SP Mex
Just made 2 20,000 dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowin' in my sleep
Out to Houston that's my damn home
I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man put 'em up man I can't quit
I need a 40 & a 40 cigarette
Down for my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'm a have to buy a raspa
Maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
I'm a throw vato back to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
In the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
I be the ship it's better shamda kaka
I'm a take a picture of your ass naked sister
& my killers got more pliers than wrencha
Extra extra read all about it
22 holes in your' brand new outfit
Freestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch
In the land of G's smokin' QP's
Smoke on kill I'm a smoke trees
Man I get crunked do what with my thing
Swang lang lang in the muthafuckin' brain
Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
I'm a get my gun I'm a shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the damn ass
I'm a get a glass & than pull up some rasp
Muthafuckin' berry with a little cherry
My muthafuckin' niggas is so damn very
So damn very scary
With the muthafuckin' what what the Dirty Harry
I'm a say hi to my favorite cities
I don't even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees & I thank the Lord
Whippin' boys down with my microphone cord
Swurl to the world diamonds & pearls
All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
Straw to the nose curl up my toes
Sellin' that cane to them assnaked hoes
Man I ain't foolish but I do talk to bullets
Better tell your boys to cool it
Cause I grab it & I pull it man.

[Chorus:]
As I look up at the sky
My eye starts blikin' a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' can they break in
Tryin' to save a dog. [x2]

[2nd Verse:]
Man I put it down I ain't tryin' to trip
But I talk shit in the syrup I'm a sip
Peace to Lil' Flip & my big homey HumpSouth Park Mexican - Woodson N Worthin - http://ru.motolyrics.com/south-park-mexican/woodson-n-worthin-lyrics.html
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump
Trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup
Man I gotta have it I ain't lyin' I'm in love
With the codine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crest crump creep creep my sterlin' like a hole scene
I'm a muthafuckin' hook pirex get shoked
I sell dope on foot I'm a understand I'm a
Hustlin' man rock the white sand
Wash the white van get the fuck
Out if you see yall jump out
Undercover cops got their eyes
On the south just bought a house
Never took a louse everything
I got come from a quarter ounce
That's what I started in the game with
Niggas short stopin' at the bunny what ridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the
Hill takin' no less than a 10 dollar bill
Tou can have the 3 5 7
Dollar pieces I'm a dress like a fein no
Gold & no creses I got my gun
No time for fun is saturday night
Slang 'til I see the sun peace
To Hulon & the what Tio drinkin'
In the plut & my nigga Pancho
Ed loco & my boy Jimmy Green
Muthafuckin' Ken & my brother
Roni man can you see don't put it pass
Me fuck the R.I.P. I die for my G in the
Orlens way scott plaza Woodson 'N' Worthin'
Partner cause as I hillwood hustla that's my damn click
Were we like to sell bricks & we like to
Fight pits I just had puppies but somebody
Stoled my dogs I'm tellin' young niggas I don't
Call the laws when I fuckin' catch you I'm a
Pistol whip you man better ask you older
Brother & sister look what you done
I'll fell off the subject who wanna off my
Bananan republic man let's who back the
Clover land park bough my white teeth
From super K mart on this damn mic I go so hard
4500 jolly rancher in my car man.

[Chorus:]
As I look up at the sky
My eye starts blikin' a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' can they break in
Tryin' to save a dog. [x2]

[Low G:]
Time to reload shots trough your door
I love fuckin' action I could never say no
Duce double o duce till I go I wanna act
Dumb like I did one's before
Like toe to toe any day low but if
They know minute gon' strike but the show
Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it Low G.
My last name is 187 shit is gettin' hicted
Thug & convicted they all want my dope
Cause my shit is so addicted I'm down for my
Lana my shit is pure scama I'm ridin' on my low low
Bangin' screwed up Santana.

[South Park Mexican:]
What yall think me & Low- G wouln't ride
Together no more my boy workin' on shit
Gettin' it right comin' out this year 2002 this is for all the...
But fuck yall if yall can't make tamaley's
Man this is for all my niggas
I'm drunk nigga I got the hiccups.
& that rhymed. [laughs]