Lirik Lagu Real Gangsta - South Park Mexican
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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[Chorus:]She don't know whyBut all she knowsis that her youngest childis a real gangsta nowyou see...
[Verse 1:]He was a good kid all through elementaryA's and B's and had no enemiesBut he saw all the G's as he walked homehe couldn't read all the words on the walls thoughSo many letters crossed out with X'sHe wondered but knew not to ask those questionsNo pops, and his mom worked to the nailShe managed to buy him some shoes on saleShe didn't know, she bought the wrong colorAnd they stayed in the closet all summerEven though the kid wasn't affiliatedHe knew what they loved, and knew what they hatedNow he's in Middle School, same individualBut this is where things seem to get a bit difficultThis is the life of a young MexicanFirst verse done take me to the second one
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]6th grade, why so much homeworkGot a pot pie sitting in the stove burntMomma still ain't back from her job yetSo he eats it cause that's all he got leftThen he plays with his little puppy CinnamonHis last dog was a victim of a hit n runThere's a knock on his door it's his homeboyYour mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toyWhere'd you get that from? The kid askedWe broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashedIt was the first time he ever held a real gunTo get one of these you gotta steal oneWe too young they won't let us buy a gatNow if they shoot at us we can fire backWho is they and why would they blast at me?Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]A year passes now the kids Dickies sagIn his pocket got a knife and a nickel bagAnd the homeboy that showed him his first gunGot killed last week in a burbanPutting work in 45 jerkin'Lucky shot hit, popped like a virginClosed casket touched as he strolled past itGot his name tattooed into a hoes assesSo he'll still be remembered often whileHis little bitch gettin' hit doggy styleIt ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the groundOn her knees yelling "Please Lord not my childI want to watch him smileHe can turn his Pac up loudHe can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"And while the kid is listening to her wordsAll he can think about is bloody, bloody murders
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 1:]He was a good kid all through elementaryA's and B's and had no enemiesBut he saw all the G's as he walked homehe couldn't read all the words on the walls thoughSo many letters crossed out with X'sHe wondered but knew not to ask those questionsNo pops, and his mom worked to the nailShe managed to buy him some shoes on saleShe didn't know, she bought the wrong colorAnd they stayed in the closet all summerEven though the kid wasn't affiliatedHe knew what they loved, and knew what they hatedNow he's in Middle School, same individualBut this is where things seem to get a bit difficultThis is the life of a young MexicanFirst verse done take me to the second one
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]6th grade, why so much homeworkGot a pot pie sitting in the stove burntMomma still ain't back from her job yetSo he eats it cause that's all he got leftThen he plays with his little puppy CinnamonHis last dog was a victim of a hit n runThere's a knock on his door it's his homeboyYour mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toyWhere'd you get that from? The kid askedWe broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashedIt was the first time he ever held a real gunTo get one of these you gotta steal oneWe too young they won't let us buy a gatNow if they shoot at us we can fire backWho is they and why would they blast at me?Cause you from the hood fool, this is family
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]A year passes now the kids Dickies sagIn his pocket got a knife and a nickel bagAnd the homeboy that showed him his first gunGot killed last week in a burbanPutting work in 45 jerkin'Lucky shot hit, popped like a virginClosed casket touched as he strolled past itGot his name tattooed into a hoes assesSo he'll still be remembered often whileHis little bitch gettin' hit doggy styleIt ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the groundOn her knees yelling "Please Lord not my childI want to watch him smileHe can turn his Pac up loudHe can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"And while the kid is listening to her wordsAll he can think about is bloody, bloody murders
[Chorus x2]
