Lirik Lagu Dope Game - South Park Mexican
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Check one, check two, lets take a cruiseI done did the game every which way but looseNothing left to do except collect my cashAnd I bet that ass that the Mex gon' lastPut the past on paper, threw away my pagerCuz these boys keep callin for Los, the cookie bakerMama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the painI'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tapeI break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and BenzesAnd a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartenderI bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumperI might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncleI ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple LiptonDiggin women in the drop lemon, g livinI was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbsPuttin twenties on a grass hurstEnd of verse
[Chorus x2]No shameWelcome to the dope gameThis is were we don't playLeave your boys with no brainsWhoridas
I remember long ago I never got no loveStill I knew that one day I'd be popularI used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your budJust hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me upI used to ask for a sip of your syrupI used to never walk around with the white cupNow I eat eighteen steaks, on silver platesGirls fanin my face, others give me grapesBy the grace of God, I was given the jobTo run through the rap game like corn on the cobSo blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwestI ain't got no credit cards except Mexican ExpressI'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn worldIf you needs tracks Happy P got my referalYour head twirl to the sounds of the SP MexRidin in the Lex with a dog named PlexSouthside to the north, at the old golf courseThe valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors
[Chorus x2]
It's the L-O-S C-O-YPack the pistola, oh me oh myMy nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumbFor breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyonI've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chillsThree wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeelsMy third wish was to break this curse and mythNow I'm worldwide status on your satilite dishPunk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepperLeft a mark in the game and never been a half stepperLeopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the GrouchFrom the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouchBut I told these boys, never at my houseWhether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couchA thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowanceDope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus x2]No shameWelcome to the dope gameThis is were we don't playLeave your boys with no brainsWhoridas
I remember long ago I never got no loveStill I knew that one day I'd be popularI used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your budJust hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me upI used to ask for a sip of your syrupI used to never walk around with the white cupNow I eat eighteen steaks, on silver platesGirls fanin my face, others give me grapesBy the grace of God, I was given the jobTo run through the rap game like corn on the cobSo blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwestI ain't got no credit cards except Mexican ExpressI'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn worldIf you needs tracks Happy P got my referalYour head twirl to the sounds of the SP MexRidin in the Lex with a dog named PlexSouthside to the north, at the old golf courseThe valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors
[Chorus x2]
It's the L-O-S C-O-YPack the pistola, oh me oh myMy nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumbFor breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyonI've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chillsThree wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeelsMy third wish was to break this curse and mythNow I'm worldwide status on your satilite dishPunk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepperLeft a mark in the game and never been a half stepperLeopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the GrouchFrom the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouchBut I told these boys, never at my houseWhether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couchA thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowanceDope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts
[Chorus x2]
