SOUTH PARK MEXICAN Song Lyrics

Album:
"The Last Chair Violinist"

1) Mexican Heaven
2) The Last Chair Violinist
3) Dead Pictures
4) These Streets
5) Vogues
6) Are We Real
7) Dope House Mind
8) Jackers In My Home
9) Strapped & Deadly
10) Gangsterous
11) The Ghost
12) Hoggin' And Doggin'
13) Silhouettes
14) A Baby's Prayer
15) In Hillwood

Album:
"The Purity Album"

1) Dope House Intro
2) You Know My Name
3) Follow My Lead
4) 2 Joints
5) Dope Game
6) Rollin'
7) Child of the Ghetto
8) Watch the Block Bleed
9) I Wanna Know Her Name
10) Styrofoam Cup
11) Meet Your Fate
12) Cookie Baker
13) We Did Dat
14) Crazy Lady
15) Whatever You Do
16) I Am Your Future
17) Problemas
18) Right Now

Album:
"Time Is Money"

1) Hillwood Hustlaz II
2) Oh My My
3) Twice Last Night
4) Ooh Wee
5) Boys On Da Cut
6) Medicine
7) He's a Bird, He's a Plane
8) Throw Away Gats
9) My Feria
10) Burn Us Alive
11) Somethin' I Would Do
12) You Know My Name (Remix)
13) Anything Goes
14) Country Life
15) Don't Let Them Foolya
16) Time is Money

Album:
"Hustle Town"

1) Streets on Beats
2) Riddla On Da Roof
3) Night Shift
4) Ghetto Prisoner
5) Block of Rock (For Years)
6) Mary-Go-Round
7) Wizard of Oz
8) Hustle Town
9) Run Away ["Remix"]
10) Streets ["Remix"]
11) Imprisonment ["Remix"]
12) Graveyards ["Remix"]
13) For Years ["Remix"]

Album:
"More Songs"

1) City Of Dank
2) Duh Duh Duh
3) Mafiosos
4) Tex to Cali Part 2
5) We Ain't Goin' Nowhere
6) Swim

Album:
"When Devils Strike"

1) The Day Of Unity
2) Garza West
3) When Devils Strike
4) Something About Mary
5) SPM Diaries
6) In My Hood
7) Carolyn's Hook
8) Real Gangsta
9) If I Die
10) Penitentiary Flow
11) At Shetoro's Crib (A Poem)
12) S.P. So Bastardly
13) Blazin Janey
14) Dope House Family

Album:
"Reveille Park"

1) The Beach House
2) Woodson N Worthin
3) Red Beams And Rice
4) Suckaz N Hataz
5) Latola
6) Dallas To Houston
7) Get Yo Guns
8) Lord Loco's Melody
9) Skit
10) Screwed Up Tape
11) I Need A Sweet
12) Cool Enough

Album:
"Never Change"

1) Screens Falling
2) All Cot Up
3) Habitual Criminal
4) I Must Be High
5) Bloody War
6) Mexican Radio
7) Hubba Hubba
8) SPM vs. Los
9) Filthy Rich
10) One of Those Nights
11) High Everyday
12) Stay On Your Grind
13) Broadway
14) The System

Album:
"Hillwood"

1) Comin' Up Comin' Down
2) Revenge
3) Hillwood
4) H-Town G-Funk
5) Children Of The Ghetto
6) Deep Instrumental

Album:
"3rd Wish To Rock The World"

1) High So High
2) Latin Throne
3) 3rd Wish
4) Thug Girl
5) Wiggy
6) Land of the Lost
7) Reminisce
8) Hillwood Hustlaz
9) Who's Over There
10) Miss Perfect
11) Don't Hide It
12) Valley

Album:
"Power Moves"

1) Illegal Amigos
2) West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast
3) El Jugador (The Player)
4) Since Day 1
5) Power Moves
6) Peace Pipe
7) Ghetto Tales
8) Runaway
9) Forgotten Verse

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN
THE LAST CHAIR VIOLINIST

Jackers In My Home

They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off led.
They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the head.
I believe in good times having peace and fun.
But im still in my room tryna grease my gun.
Cant let it get rusty, if a shoot out breaks
The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed out tape.
And tomorrows the big day gotta get my rest,
Fourty-Five G's outta town, lick buyin tres.
Im all alone, my girl said that she could'nt make it.
Cuz she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, butterfly's in my stomach.
But I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken cuz i
Couldn't tell my Mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin'
Ima die like a man homeboy I aint trippin.

[Chorus]
Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams.
Red beans in my house man this shit is so extreme.
I saw em' dressed up in all black wit da mask.
And I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin'
And this is the price that you pay when your ballin'
But how did they get the spare key to my crib?
It had to be my bitch, she gon' die if I live!
Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser.
And im hearin' someone whisper sayin "los's ima getcha!"
And im knowin its the devil but I pay it no mind.
I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine.
Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg.
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another word.
Little did I know they had night vision goggles.
When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle.

[Chorus]
Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

Shots started rangin, I was tumbling and diving.
Runnin out of time, with my mind on surviving.
Dove out the window but I started seeing stars
I forgot last week bout some burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet and I know it aint sweat.
Bullet hit my leg so I rolled to the left.
Guess where I was at? Damn right, in the closet!
Grabbed a pump, now its my turn to make a deposit.
Damn slugs aint no punk hit the boy in his back
Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my lamp
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army.
Now they lookin like pi�atas at the end of a party.
One was still alive so I started askin questions.
He could barely talk, spitin blood like venom.
He said he had a team and people would rent him.
I killed the messengers now I need who sent em'.

[Chorus]
Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy, just your average tombstone
Im sorry that I chose the life under the curse
Ill be dressed in a suit and finally goin to church.

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