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South Park Mexican( SPM )
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Ghetto Tales
Lyricist:Carlos Coy
Phat Money Records, SPM, baby Puttin' it down with that Phat Money Records Dope House Records, Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T. This one's Ghetto Tales, what you know about that?
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
I'm rollin' H-town, South Park back streets A.C. Chill, all the O.G.'s know me In that Bourbon with the candy paint fo' deep Most of my niggas ain't got no car, that's why we so deep
We left a funeral to see my homie mamma cry It always hurt me when any of my homies die All of a sudden, gun shots rang out I guess these young Gs plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over, I said, ‽Let me out this bitch, man†One of these niggas finna get they wig split, man Pulled out my strap, you know how the show goes Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po Po's
I told my niggas, ‽Yo man, I'll catch you later†Got a pocket full of weed, plus they got me on paper Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie Next thing you know them fuckin' haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hatin' can a young nigga take? First chance I get a motherfucker finna break They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacin' Damn, a violation, eighteen months is what I'm facin'
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
I'm pushin' weight, tryin' to have it, everything is flat But at the same time I'm leavin' niggas on they back Up in the neighborhood, I'm tryin' to stack a little cream I'm paper chasin', me an' T, we tryin' to stack some green
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com An' everythin' is far as bad when it comes to drama I'm tryin' to make a little cash for me, Jay an' mamma Ain't payin' no bills but these niggas got me fucked up I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
An' servin' fiends is an everyday life thing An' from the cells chillin', tryin' to have a nice day An' for this 420 Eastex life thing I got the skills to hit a nigga from Big Mar, man
An' platinum shit, we gonna drop on the block-a-dee Come watch my tongue twist, wreckin' with my boy, C Tryin' to survive, make a meal with these ghetto dreams We playa made, plus we from the heart of S.E.
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
SPM, baby, sittin' dope fiends at the dead end Fightin' over sales with my motherfuckin' best friend Used to be broke an' assed out Now I buy diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose, blastin' hoes At last I rose, I got cash an' clothes From the crack I sold to let you bastards know Stackin' dough, sittin' on glass an' vogues
My ass gonna show, I'm straight out of the slums South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs But these laws is on a cookout, I used to get took out Three dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie baker, that's my profession Never have my dope in my own possession Niggas sellin' cocaine in my domain I sneak up from the back an' take you out with no pain
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
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