Lirik Lagu Hustle Town - South Park Mexican
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[SPM talking]Eh he he he heHustle Town my city maan!Born and raised babyYo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothersRaisin' men in a big cityI know it's hardLet 'em know what's up Filero
[Verse 1: Filero]I sell drugs with thugsHittin' licks off tricksWorkin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimpMom's beggin' me to stop everydaySo scared for me to walk Memory laneBut Mom don't worry my teck protect wellI told ya one day this rap shit gone sellBut my heart been broke from the startSince the day my father died when I was seven in the parkSo I wrote the bookHow to pimp hoes and kick do'sAnd if I kill well than that's just how the shit goPull yo strapWhat am I supposed to sweatThis the third time today that I come close to death
[Chorus: SPM]Hustle Town Hustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hoodAnd we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThe shit don't stopRoll rental carsAnd we keep the glock cockedHustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hoodAnd we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThe shit don't stopRoll rental carsAnd we keep the glock cocked
[Verse 2: SPM]Set 'em upWet 'em upEtceterasTell ya treasuraEmpty the registaShit seriousI'll give ya life a periodWell here he isThe kid with experienceDon't start shitMistake me for an artistFlash in the darkSomeone tell 'em where his heart isBlue lightWho die?TonightMaybe over two diceMaybe cause he blew fryOn top of yaWith the Hillwood MafiaHard hittin' hustlasBeat the draws off of yaKnowledgeWhile my shit be flawlessDope House Records step into my office
[Chorus: SPM]
{Lord Loco talking]It's ya boy Lord LocoKnow what I'm talkin' boutRepresentin' that H-Town wit my boy SPMThere's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin'What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?
[Verse 3: SPM]Jackin' jawsI'm packin' ballsSmoke and splitI give mo' gifts than Santa ClauseWit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hayChug a lug for the thugs who done passed awayMista da Masta Mystical Mexican ManiacCompetition ha haYou muthafuckas make me laughYou a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hitsI fight devils like you wit a crucifixShot the shitWith a shottyTake ya bodyGun Kung FuMixed wit AK KarateI'm sorry but you the past like AtariAs I smoke like MarleyStay Brown like Charlie
[Verse 1: Filero]I sell drugs with thugsHittin' licks off tricksWorkin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimpMom's beggin' me to stop everydaySo scared for me to walk Memory laneBut Mom don't worry my teck protect wellI told ya one day this rap shit gone sellBut my heart been broke from the startSince the day my father died when I was seven in the parkSo I wrote the bookHow to pimp hoes and kick do'sAnd if I kill well than that's just how the shit goPull yo strapWhat am I supposed to sweatThis the third time today that I come close to death
[Chorus: SPM]Hustle Town Hustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hoodAnd we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThe shit don't stopRoll rental carsAnd we keep the glock cockedHustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hoodAnd we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThe shit don't stopRoll rental carsAnd we keep the glock cocked
[Verse 2: SPM]Set 'em upWet 'em upEtceterasTell ya treasuraEmpty the registaShit seriousI'll give ya life a periodWell here he isThe kid with experienceDon't start shitMistake me for an artistFlash in the darkSomeone tell 'em where his heart isBlue lightWho die?TonightMaybe over two diceMaybe cause he blew fryOn top of yaWith the Hillwood MafiaHard hittin' hustlasBeat the draws off of yaKnowledgeWhile my shit be flawlessDope House Records step into my office
[Chorus: SPM]
{Lord Loco talking]It's ya boy Lord LocoKnow what I'm talkin' boutRepresentin' that H-Town wit my boy SPMThere's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin'What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?
[Verse 3: SPM]Jackin' jawsI'm packin' ballsSmoke and splitI give mo' gifts than Santa ClauseWit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hayChug a lug for the thugs who done passed awayMista da Masta Mystical Mexican ManiacCompetition ha haYou muthafuckas make me laughYou a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hitsI fight devils like you wit a crucifixShot the shitWith a shottyTake ya bodyGun Kung FuMixed wit AK KarateI'm sorry but you the past like AtariAs I smoke like MarleyStay Brown like Charlie
