me why can't you be like that balling negro (Chorus) I loved you, I couldn't live without you My life was all about you, and that just wasn't cool enough
Перевод: South Park Mexican. Достаточно прохладно (feat. JC).
me why can't you be like that balling negro [Chorus] I loved you, I couldn't live without you My life was all about you, and that just wasn't cool enough
power Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [scarface] Deep in the heart of south park lurks a stalker S.a. fool, native houston south parker
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
my grandma tryin' raise 5 boys and 7 girls And them was only grand kids g One of them was my brother Gangsta Blac, respect see Work the life it was the streets and them South Park
I come from You gotta be tough 'Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough 'Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick Shit stink, niggas
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got a whole look a gravy left baby, Oh, those are nice, would you like some gravy on those, there's enough gravy to go around
off Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside It ain't enough
get yo' sex, you just turn me on While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool
me Please believe, college park, back jumping, mayne Sunday nights, Frozen Paradise, off the chain Youngsta's flossing old school, wit the candy paint Sitting on chrome feet, old enough
smoke me all night until they pass out I'm cool with pops and I'm cool with moms But they don't know that we cool, me and you share a bond Franklins,
don't melt '86 through '88 The game got bigger We done hit the block Squatin' baby ninjas On our way to school Park my shit around the corner So fly, so cool
narrator strangulation gave him a red colla derrange writa paragraph makin the dead holla the mad magician flashin my south park diploma manipulate minds
ground hoppin and mumblin ... I'm The One! [Chorus] I'm The One, not the 2 or the 3 I'm the aggravated lyricist straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition
to Mr Cool J. for giving up the props to the girls around the way. It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam at a park if you wanna get naughty bring
Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker S.A. fool, native Houston South Parker
that together with a hot ass club And that's a little dish called a nigga getting his ass drugged But my hands ain't enough I gotta schedule you a wait
