verse 1 (yo nina,soda pop)you take the breath from me, make my life heavely, i can't believe the way the good lord is blessing me,one in a million
clowning with the three wheel motion Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet I flip the cash but my stash flips faster Cause I'm pushing the real good pine [3
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
[Grimm] Automatics be kicking, reloaded streets done exploded And hopeless, lost on the dro'ded armored soldiers The fully loadest, book was strong as
Hillwood Hustlaz You can't See us We run Houston Thousands Of tons First verse: I'll take my gun and make you run 'cause it really don't make me none
f/ Marilyn Rylander First Verse (SPM): He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned He left school, now it's finally his turn
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 again it'
used to ride trains from Philly, to New York State, But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates, Hanh, even so though, I wish I could
(SPM speaking) I'd like to take this time to say, I love all you haters It's not your fault. You was raised to like the smell of shit. Us players...We
f/ Baby Beech First Verse [SPM]: Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone and my homie is born Rubble Rebel, Devil, chase
you fuck with son huh? I unload more till outta control 'cause when the sun goes down it a mother fucking jungle chorus (3x) Thug Girl your the
f/ Marilyn Rylander I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin First Verse: [SPM] Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie
번역: 사우스 파크 멕시코. 세번째 소원 (feat. 그림, 매릴린 Rylander).
'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
[First Verse (SPM):] He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned He left school, now it's finally his turn To rob and steal, but he
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
