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south park mexican spm - children of the ghetto كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
[singer & spm]:
children of the ghettooo, hold on
they got me runnin’ through my ghetto

[first verse:]
they got me runnin’ through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
i just can’t look back, sticks got your boy wet,
checkin’ alleys for my homies, race p-ss the bayou,
why those five oh’s kickin’ down my doors?
run up in a smokehouse, it’s dark as what,
but i spot’em in tha corners when they lighters struck,
gl-ss pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
lie a child of the lord with a poisonous desire,
die a “g” tryin’ to make change, when i approach’em,
even though i got a great range, i won’t smoke’em,
i reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
j.r. high goin’ half on dimes and like a feather,
we was floatin’ in the wind fool, steady laughin’,
til’ the day somebody killed you and got me askin’

[chorus (4x)]

[second verse:]
they tryin’ to silence the violence and minus the menace,
but i’m in this to win this tryin’ to break a guieness,
business as usual, it’s unpredictable,
critical changes deranges the typical,
i terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
the lynchings, smith and wessons, lessons,
to be taught on the block of rock i mention,
critical dimensions, yes i rest with my hyna in the shiny sun,
gotta blunt, i’m tryin’ to find me one,
life dream, thirteen be me number,
on tha right team, sureest as a youngster,
live a g-role, actin’ a hero, will get’cha below,
i’ll be facin’ ito, but you got your life repo’ed

[chorus (4x)]

[3rd verse:]
i got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
minimal actions and tactics can’t stop my cynical,
p-ssion i’m blastin’, trashin’ the evidence,
ever since birth, i’m ripped out of innocence,
isn’t this beautiful? the undisputible,
g fits me suitable, won’t hesitate to shoot a fool,
up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
like a trick shakin’ -ss in the back of an ambulance,
in a trance of confusion, havin’ illusions,
of mental inst-tutions bein’ my solution,
who’s in my nutty head, wantin’ everybody dead?
red rum feel the lead, come through your bunk bed,
now mom said i could reach the sky if i try,
my soul is a lost one,
i’m sleep wakin’ with a m-th- shotgun,
i gotta pop one

[chorus (4x)]

- south park mexican spm

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