Текст (слова) песни: South park mexican - Comin` Up Comin` Down

Chorus:

Comin` Up Comin` Down,
That G in H-Town,
South Bound as I clown,
Come around blaze a pound
(x4)

First Verse:

Well let me jump in this funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five funky dollars you can bump my tape,
Cuz my flow come reala than a dealer servin` killa,
Ain`t nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin` quicker than a cheetah,
Me drop you on your peta,
Then snatch your senorita,
I be the creepa, back street sweeper,
Want a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, make me really want`cha,
Dip me up in water, fried with me sauncha,
Got`cha, me glock pop pop on your drop top,
Tha way I dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don`t know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin` hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I`m hardly the one you should learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody wanna burn one,
It`s the cursed son worse than the first one,
When me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse,
Cuz I shoot`em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin` on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could have been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus`s helpin` hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, never will,
Still chill in Hillwood,
Damn sure feel good,
Livin` in a real hood

Chorus

Second Verse:

Now you can work on knees,
You can jack for keys,
I cut my cheese,
And get t stackin` G`s,
Drinkin` daquiri`s, and ain`t no jackin` these,
I got slack in the front and the back of me,
It`s a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and sprayed posses,
Costly profession, learned my lesson,
Bout` Impressin` my click with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin` Ghetto issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin` through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I`d probably still lose,
It`s in my blood to kill fools,
Him choose death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any clique that trips,
It don`t make sense talkin` lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh y`all almost died,
Now take a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you high

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: South park mexican - Comin` Up Comin` Down Chorus: Comin` Up Comin` Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound (x4) First Verse: Well let me jump in this funk, with a pump and fake, Give me five funky dollars you can bump my tape, Cuz my flow come reala than a dealer servin` killa, Ain`t nobody trilla, Still a body chilla, Feel a millimeter comin` quicker than a cheetah, Me drop you on your peta, Then snatch your senorita, I be the creepa, back street sweeper, Want a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper, Leaf of tha Ganga, make me really want`cha, Dip me up in water, fried with me sauncha, Got`cha, me glock pop pop on your drop top, Tha way I dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch, Drop a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome, Smoke on my square alone, don`t know one care at home, Pair of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk, I got my glock poppin` hot rocks in your body, party-hearty, Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley, Sorry I`m hardly the one you should learn from, Everywhere I turn somebody wanna burn one, It`s the cursed son worse than the first one, When me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse, Cuz I shoot`em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian, Choppin` on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin, Could have been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand, Jesus`s helpin` hand, reason this record jam, Never ran, never will, Still chill in Hillwood, Damn sure feel good, Livin` in a real hood Chorus Second Verse: Now you can work on knees, You can jack for keys, I cut my cheese, And get t stackin` G`s, Drinkin` daquiri`s, and ain`t no jackin` these, I got slack in the front and the back of me, It`s a tragedy, I was raised on streets, Blazed on sweets, and sprayed posses, Costly profession, learned my lesson, Bout` Impressin` my click with Smith & Wesson, Addressin` Ghetto issues, When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin` through a box of tissues, But if I was in his shoes, I`d probably still lose, It`s in my blood to kill fools, Him choose death when he disrespect, Inject my Tec, and then I press eject, The Mex will check any clique that trips, It don`t make sense talkin` lip to clips, Which way to run, where do you hide? Boo-YAH! Ooh y`all almost died, Now take a ride with me, through the deep blue sky, Here take a hit, let me get you high Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Comin` Up Comin` Down: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/118/1/4113.html Все тексты песен: South park mexican » South park mexican - Mexican Radio » South park mexican - Rollin » South park mexican - The System » South park mexican - H-Town G-Funk » South park mexican - Dope Game » South park mexican - Mexican Radio » South park mexican - High So High » South park mexican - You Know My Name (Remix) » South park mexican - Screwed Up Tape » South park mexican - Riddla on Da Roof » South park mexican - You Know My Name (Remix) » South park mexican - Stay on Your Grind [Screwed] » South park mexican - Block of Rock (For Years) » South park mexican - Time Is Money » South park mexican - El Jugador » South park mexican - Mi Ruka » South park mexican - Get Yo Guns » South park mexican - Hillwood Hustlaz II » South park mexican - Burn Us Alive » South park mexican - Hillwood Hustlaz Рекомендуем скачать: » Баста - Время » Банда - Мне нужен только ты » Б.Окуджава - Давайте восклицать » Браво - Доpога в облака » Борис Вахнюк - Вера » Браво - Любовь не горит » Борис Бурда - Примерный проект гимна КСП » Бочаров Владимир - ДВАДЦАТКА » Бочарова Лора - Осеннее Вино » Бочаров Владимир - ВЕЧЕРОМ В БАРЕ » Борис Вахнюк - Полгода туристы меня вербовали... » Булат Окуджава - То падая, то снова нарастая... » Борис Вайханский - Кристине » Булат Окуджава - В чаду кварталов городских... » Беломорканал - БАБСКАЯ ПРОЖАРКА » Борис Вайханский - Баллада про НЛО, или История о том, как мы с соседом Вовой пытались оказать помощь в задержании неоп » Борис Вайханский - Баллада про интервенцию » Буланова Татьяна - Люди, как птицы » Бригада С - Скорый поезд придет в 6 часов » Борис Вайханский - Баллада о заслуженном отдыхе
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