South Park Mexican - Don't Let Them Fool Ya (feat. Rasheed, Low-G, Baby Bash, Grimm) lyrics

Don't let them fool ya
We just come to school ya
Glory, glory, hallelujah no rediness
No blue, ah you know
You know

Now you be living that fast track
Chasing that ass crack i be making my money
Fucking with Dow Jones and NASDAQ
We be blowin' on fat sacks
And catching amnesia with these heaters
Making believers out of haters and cheaters
You know that violence interupts
My dope trade i just do the herb, no cocaine
Don't be afraid, boy
To be all about your bread, boy
Better watch the devil, cause that devil
He the decoy destroy
All that hate in your veins
Count your change and rearrange
Them games is played out, mayne
Them dirty Mex, they wanna stop it
But I'm a play ya profit
I get the dope, cook it up and rechop it

Smoking smelly i put a hole in your belly
You wanna test us? Oh, really
Got a call on my celly they wanna bury us
Hah you fuckin' haters sound hilarious
The craziest
I turn the brave to the scariest
Smoke water and get wetter than Aquarius
Thuggish ruggish
Million dollar budgets
I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets
My future's clear, just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corpitos to Uganda
If you jealous listen up, fellas
It's no problem, to show you where hell is

While some niggas is stickin' with ya
Your murder's being choreographed
Soldiers never sleep
I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh
When the motherfuckin' smoke clears
Niggas boke heads, chokin'
Hangin' like chandeliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Makin' my face crack replace that
Rasheed, Dope House killer
Keep it comin' back or runnin' back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Ain't no sustainin' the man
With the vision of the galaxy span

Respect that it's the million dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my lina, get your head cracked
Yeah, yeah ya tu sabes quien soy
Don't sweat me, boy ya tu sabes donde estoy
I'm on the hunt, G
The only street, with the palm tree
This Low G i only rap 'bout what is done, G
Can't stop me came to your city on a donkey
The slaver
I'm bringing back the word "flava"

He's on crack she's on snow
He's so old, he can't fuck no more
She's a whore he's a snitch
Most of my niggas dying over a bitch