gasoline Shine my nails and cuticles Its all sweet and beautiful My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" High Everyday [Chorus: Ayana] Who never die Dopehouse G's Just stay high
-Town, call it Screwston Just say no to hate But me, just stay.... [Baby Bash:} High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never die Just stay... High Everyday SPM Who'll never die Just stay high
Tradução: South Park Mexican. Todos los días de alta (feat. Ayana).
Tradução: South Park Mexican. Todos los días de alta.
Tradução: South Park Mexican. Todos los días de alta [atornillado].
in Pasadene Its all sweet and beautiful Shine my nails and cuticles My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" [Chorus: Ayana] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never die Just stay high
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park
the food Nigga come and see the chef, We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now When
got the food Nigga come and see the chef, We aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
all the haters and hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor store For a box of sitches and a fifth of yak South on the corner
Boston niggaz wanna ride Mattapan niggaz gonna ride Roxbury niggaz wanna ride Do you wanna ride? Tell me, do you wanna ride? South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up) Hyde Park
I'm down to stickin' out west bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of park south Well, I'll be outside slingin', you're always high
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater They leavin' the park and hittin' the South Park
yo spine Toon expedition, we ain't playin' no games We gon' park the 6, so we can floss the range 40 inch chain, so my piece can hang Ball Kappa tennis shoes is a everyday
Smoked out like an indian chiefy Talkin bout how they love some Baby Beeshi While I'm suckin on a sweet like a chi-chi Threesome, got your boy Little Freaky So high
's 5 [happy p] That's got to be [verse 1: dum-dum and happy p] [dum-dum] I hit it from worst ways After the first day I'm needin it everyday And twice
try to find some sex See when I'm rollin in my ride With my homie on my side Got 2 sweets rolled And I'm bout to touch the sky High so high Like my boy
bleed nigga It's about time to get it homie I think these boys done forgot who started it Who started this I started this for all these Mexicans down south
