SOUTH PARK MEXICAN Dope House Mind lyrics

I gotta Palomino horse with Versacci saddle
I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops and cattle
Half dog and jackel. pop Don like snapple
Got my first paycheck when i robbed the Randall's
Flow hot like Campbell's, change broads like channels
Two or three at a time cause we all just mammals
The songs i sample, bought my moms a castle
Bought pops a F!*^# non-filter box of Camels
Comp soft and fragile , get stomped and trampled
While they b!$^#* in my car tryna bob for apples
Sport glocks in fannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off a homemade bong with handles
It's a lawless batlle as my thaoughts unravel
put my gun and like eggs n_az dodge and scramble
Still Lost in travel and my hearth's in shambles
While the seeds in my weed snap ,pop, and crackle

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Who F!#$^* with the rhyme of th Dope House mind
who shines in the dark in these end of times
line after line who keeps it the realest
(Carolyn:) only you cause the others too scared to live it

I do videos with a bunch of preety hoes
In a Benz wearing K-mart Dickie clothes
Give a toast listen close to da n_a Los
When we was hungry Mom would say get the fish poles!
Really thought back when i sported chili bowls
and used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones
My city's thowed , stop actin like you didnt know
getting rich and still scraming Gimmi mo!

In the pros gotta stay tippy toes
They tryda kill me , few bullets came really close
Now the b!%&* is froze, twisted in a wicked pose
and his toes mo colda than my MIchelobs
Diggin holes like im trying to find some hodden gols
He got nice shoes, wondered if i fit in those?
the sickest flows. i got guns that can kill a ghost
at the club wearing dead man's Kenneth Coles

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Candy blue parka and moonlight sparka
Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka
a true live balla, might cruise my Pala
Or just soak in the sun and take a poolside calla
It's the hood fly talka and if u like drama
Im da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna
with the fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa
den that thang they was swanging at the Luke Sky walka
listen boo. i gotta notta scre tight on da
F!#$^&* in brain taht aint been sane since a cute shy toddla
My new nine's hotta than a July jogga
or even me on the news saying , Ohh hi Momma
never knew my fatha til i grew quite larga
but by then i was ten walkin through high water
old dude tried harder than a suicide bomba
Im like Dad its too late, im a fool, why botha

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