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South Park Mexican The 3rd Wish Valley Thanks to Richard@rattlers.net for these lyrics. [1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons I know a place on the Boystown its trip Down in Mexico where the girls just strip But me I'm a pimp let them hoes keep dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2] - I'm coming from the valley staning em slanning em Rising realizing sizing em up Got my clavo small paper tall From smuggling a cross the ocean Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet Just clowning with the three wheel motion I flip the cash but my stash flips faster Cause I'm pushing the real good pine [3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch I ask him "whats in the bag" he says "two acres of plants It's easy going in but hell gettin out I wanna make this paper and I think I know how Suprise suprise I done made it back home in an ice cream truck "who wanna buy a snow cone" Hook - repeat 2X I'm going to the valley Vauco the valley I'm goin to the valley what you think fo [4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valley We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley We call it medicine thats what u need when you get sick Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick Across, across the state line just me and my girlfriend From powder to pine I got money on my mind Stop wasting all my time and get me over to the spot Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks [5] - Going back to the valley staying on top of my game Meeting up wit my bitches snow white and mary jane Only thing that ever mattered to me Stacking dollars shit we making a week Who the cowards who the killas whos the niggas wit scrilla Felt all up in they pockets rocking fo' niggas that try to kill us Then maybe later you bitches bother me You wanted to pay you too late don't bother calling me [6] - Going to the valley fo' soliders in a caddy And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smally Tryed to jack but can't catch me I just keep that paper stacking Always packin never slacking leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappy Chopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the table Watching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the label Selling em three for ten to my closest friends Rolling back to H-towm big body Benz hook [7] - Houston Texas cowboy wit a dime and a fiesta saddle And I'm moving mo weight then a whole herd of cattle I grip up the grain blowing up the panhandle mobile phone on scramble cause rap hustlin is a gamble Brick moving these H dudes gonna keep you grooving pursuing Shit, hell on my surella ice water lyrical good fella SPM got the hook up, say watch out I hit the highway, let twenkies crawl I'm going to the valley [8] - Man I'm flipping up to Mexico to hit some licks In a Navigator bus bringing back some bricks Get to checkpoint now I'm past the border tell my guy alemar to play some more Fat money cause we in the mix I got that white girl and that stinky bitch Better ryders and roamers can't really ask "We going out T?" "Bitch I'm headed to the valley So I'm out about to make some money Pull up to a trailor wit about 800 Unload it I flip it get paid let's ride Chunk a deuce to the guys and I'm back to Southside Cruisin wit a couple of pines Trying hard as hell to make it back to H-Town Flippin but only make one stop Then I'm buring out moving shit to a dope house [9] - Cruisin to the valley checking up on me campos Make thirty calls so I can wire free samples Get me a plane so I can make my drops Flying real low to avoid the cops Weighing my weed on a digital beam Wrapping it in a plastic quick so I can make my green My windows are tinted so nobody sees in it Wit mary jane and snow white the sky's the limit Hook [10] - My package is small, stack em in the entire wall Fuck the chotha must be loca Everything a nigga want make it to the border wit the motha Pockets rising better quit sizing me up But these coffe beans fucking the smell up What's up, back in the city de bull lada I'm talking pronto Call me the head honcho start a new revloution like a back poncho He yah see yah wouldn't want to be yah Gots to flee, start the G Switch the ride I'm headed back to the valley [11] - Get um up hit em up They want to know what it is all about They way that we roll down south Start baby wit dope house josie wells gonna there aint nuthin funna then being and outlaw runna stunna pimpin in a humma millenium smuggler Dope game juggla, no nuts no glory Real mobsters, they never worry but we ain't home yet so dont get happy we aint paid Officer O'Malley Thinking of my profits going to the valley It's all cavi [12] - I'm flipping to the valley federalies Fucking wit michael decodie motorcycles ?? cruises my disciples I'm the type to crew smoke two and synas wit my G's I'll hunt you like Arnold hunts Sarah Connors Primadonnas big tymers, playa, and rob reports benz sports,courts, naked hoes, lascivious resorts I get short my last resort tell L to keep the Cali cause little down wit his essays parlaying down in the valley Hook [13] - I'm a creep 59 to the end of the rainbow land of the llello Dope fiends on my payroll, got rocks to blow behind the stop and go they holla goodness graious great balls of snow Don't speed or trip when you see the lights cause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyes in H-Town the business in booming but it won't last long if you don't know what you're doing [14] - Yeundo pal el valle in a nice Expedition Got me creepin for mi ruka and my boys blowing swishas Mcallen brownsville harlingen six hour trip to get my endz I'm out to get my Benz on the lean coming clean lean man flashing green el meadow meadow meadow ??? thendo vact is none stop daily stackes to the top ??? keep my hoes by the flock [15] - Who rides like me come wrapped that tightly L be's moving by the ton Packed up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77 Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35 wit my cheeder just gettin mine You know me your boy O-Z Never left lonely wit out my G see One trip cocks a flip The way I flip multiplies a chip I'm steady ?? cash flow Transactions stacking paper rolls The currency connect from Houston to the valley hook till fade |
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