've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this shit
[First Verse: (SPM)] I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie was crackin', it's good
cause this muthafucka smell The ringin in my ear sound like bell bells Well this is farewell I park parallel Walk to the park and smoke on the carousel
about how bad his heart was broke Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him Rock
bad guys, I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once
now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates, Hanh, even so though, I wish I could go back, Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the
worry But I can see, you know my vision ain't blurry The innocence, still strong like a feminist I reminisce, on the first time we ever kissed In the devilish world
1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons I know a place on the Boystown its trip Down in Mexico
you holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be on your side when you need my help Thug Girl living in a gansta world [Chorus (Low-G)] Thug Girl your the reason why
your face, place to place flipping channels Got the dope within the panels, from the Valley to Ingrando Nothing we can't handle, mexicanos out of Texas
up like a sack of meat Most my niggas dead, or walkin' round with shackled feet We had to eat, you can ask these cops, I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks
[First Verse (SPM):] Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone and my boy is born Rubble Rebel, Devil, chase em' through
