South Park Mexican - People Lyrics
[Verse 1:]I put dro in 'gars, put coke in jarsGotta stay on my toes so I don't do barsI sip syrup, but if I get sleepyI put my jewelry in my pocket and I head to my teepeeGot money and power, not a barker or growlerIn the game with no ref, but will bury a foulerMoonlight howler, in a new white ProwlerSouth Park freestyler, not a police dialerMake more bread than a deli, burn rubber in bellyNigga might put it in a peanut butter and jellyAnd I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubsI guess I can honestly say that life sucksCrib was a mil, that's what it costedMy girl from London called me a cheating bastardNo more broke mon, now 'Los so strongThe world show me more *****in' love than a slow song[Chorus:]People always ask the same question'Losy why always so high?If you only knew how I'm stressingYou would surely understand why[Verse 2:]I meet a fan and be trippin' how they squeeze my handI remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the canHouston bum, all I had was a stupid gunAnd 7 black trash bags of aluminumIn the club I be tryna danceBut I look like my gramps when he fell in the plantsAnd my 'Wela didn't think it was funnyI was tryna hold my laugh down deep in my tummy hahaMy whole family get drunk and crunkThen wake up in the morning like "What the *****?"Eyes bloodshot, head hurtin', and whatnot2 hours later, shootin' pool at the thug spot25 dudes and about 9 chicksAnd they wonder why we always fightin' and shitI blast you Romans, like the boy YosemiteJust step if you wanna test my authenticity ahhh[Chorus:]People always ask the same question'Losy why you always so high?If you only how I'm stressingYou would surely understand why[Verse 3:]Me, I'm getting high while my broad getting lowDriving down Martin Luther King very slowMy enemies gon' catch it like the flu1 2 maybe 3 with the.45'll doClean it up, wrap the boy in a sheetCuz you can't just leave him all twisted on the streetSome sad some happy, with that girl JackieWhile my cousin at the war tryna help the IraqiLivin' under pressure, I pray for the soldierRight across the street while she laid on the sofaMy best friend's daughter got shot in a drive byThank God she lived, but the scars never quite dieLord help me, tight fist around the clipI feel I can't breathe I need revenge for this shitEvery time I turn around I'm testedAs I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed with[Chorus:]People always ask the same question'Losy why you always so high?If you only knew how I'm stressingYou would surely understand whyOne time one time, Lord help meOne time one time, Lord help me
