the lead singer of D-12 baby" the girl like "Oh my God it's him!, Becky oh my fucking God it's Eminem!, I swear to fucking God that you fucking rock,
spot on the ledge To where if I drop, then I'm dead Man, it's probably best 'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds Or either rocked
shame, I'ma come down sun or rain S.P. motherfucking mexicano, actin bad one throwed vato From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that's my mato I rock hoes, I rock
a astranot im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican ah oh radio radio radio im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican radio
cob So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest I ain't got no credit cards except mexican express I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the
[south park mexican] Wizard of oz. at the age of 14 In the orleans I met my first dope fiend A rock and roll king, but this was no dream Made so much
felt the coldness People stood around as I told this Ferocious confession of relentless aggression I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions I sold rocks
1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle I know a place on the Boystown its trip Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in Mexico
blow big candy cane Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha game I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if
his trigger and his hammer. Used to be a bumb till had a six month run. Had a loss suit three G's the case was won. Met with mexican hoya cop boya. Bought
Jazz is great I'm not too into rap I really don't like the rap I like oldies Some rock, some hard rock I even like a little Mexican music Don't understand
the back like a regular cat Ya fucked up, you let your heart get ahead of your raps Now we all up on yo' dome like a Mexican hat Arriba bitch, I'll
plea bargain, or jargon, or glossary Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held rockin
bargain, or jargon, or glossary Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held rockin
Kenevil When you see me in a regal Fuck my enemigos Cause I'm still like an illegal bitch Bitch, Califa Thugs baby Baby baby Califa Thugs baby [Chorus
kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby
: Baby Bash] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never die Just stay high. [Verse 2: SPM] Fuck you, you can hate it or love it Twist the top off the 40 & chug it Chop rocks
(One time baby...for all my G's, for all my G's uh...) [SPM] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Still I got thump like the boy Carmine Hold the