make it big this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs and any cash that we might have hidden they take our money our cars and our houses goes to the system
make it big they take our money our cars and our houses now tell me whos really sellin the ounces and any cash that we might have hidden goes to the system
Tradução: South Park Mexican. El Sistema.
: I knew a girl named Rosalie, We used to hang out in the park, We used to score the system grease, From the fellas after dark. We used to sail the
enjoy the time no need to get toolish i spit it out wit the general feelin that once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back the north south and east
out, one two M-illi-tant I be the, alias Malik B Internationale rationale All the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly
Mill Twin] Come the h-town plexion you leave with a bloody mouth, thats all we do is dirt in the dirrty muggy muddy south. If the cd in your deck aint
: "The story you're about to see, occured along the main trading route, on the border between the North and South.. at a small outpost called Red Clay
' no more shit L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems
know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica shawty
(Rasheeda) ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell Your system blast, then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up Fifteens in my shit, you know
duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park We used to do it out in the
it out, one two M-Illi-Tant I be the, alias Malik B Internationale rationale All the people up 68th Ave And across Broad Street Or Silk Lane in South
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
pursuit of an American dream This fool actually thinks he can drive his hummer on the moon Blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a south park cartoon Niggas
real, yeah If you keepin' it real, go on, raise ya hands up South Selia fellas, go on, raise ya dress up Let ya candle dance in one stance Turn up yo sound, let your system
out, why we filling up penitentiaries Faster than they can build them I'm gonna to find out, why half of our population Is behind bars and penitentiaries and caught in the system
