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South park mexican - Boys on Da Cut

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First verse:



I woke up quick, at around two

Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw

Boys out there, makin them tapes

Separate the real niggas from the fakes

My boy just got out, did a flat ten

And he just cant stop talkin bout that pen

My best friend, but time destroys all men

Now he dont give a fuck about goin again

It aint all good, but I aint missin no money

Im just a thug muthafucka and you cant take nothin from me

Somebody once said they wanna see me dead

The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head

I break bread with my killas in the h-tx

Its the sp-mex, in the all black stretch

Known for my purity, pride, and security

A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry



Chorus:



Cuz the boys on the cut dont give a fuck

You come talkin that shit, your eyes get shut

Boys out there, slangin that yay

Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime dont pay



(2x)



Second verse:



The time has come, and the day is here

Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin year

I come from the head, its the boy named los

The one that got everybody on they toes

Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin

In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison

No more savin cans, no more collectin pennies

Ill have your fuckin clique hollerin "who killed kenny? "

For my gangsta bitch, that I just met

She ridin my dick, chuckin up her set

I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood

Got the whole world fiendin for the dope I cut



Chorus



Bridge (ayana m.):



Fire......

We on fire.......

We aint gone stop....

Droppin these boooooombs.....



(2x)



Third verse:



I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack

And I dont think that bitch ever got her purse back

With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car

Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar

Its like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez

Got me sellin this dope to anyone on two legs

Boys talkin down, but I give two fucks

Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux

Layin in a casket, hard as a rock

My lead, hitcha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop

Now how many times do I have to tell ya?

All my life Ive been called a failure!

My freestyle flow, is so untouchable

I just got out the county jail two months ago

Now Im in the studio, just like julio

In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl

Man I cant stop, ima keep on droppin

Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin

At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?

I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina

Plus a fine ass china, I used to be a dreamer

Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer

Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian

I dont give a fuck cuz every month I make a million



Bridge

http://muzsupport.com/music/eng/118/1/4153.html