Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Latin Throne, artist - South Park Mexican. Album song Latin Throne, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.04.1999
Record label: Rap Classics
Song language: English
Latin Throne |
| Land of dum dum is where i come from |
| Believe me when i tell u that u dont want none son |
| A long hard road 4 this Latin throne |
| You can catch me at the club in the back alone |
| Mamas dont let your babies grow up 2 be gangstas |
| Killas taught 2 not give a fuck |
| Hit 'em up with sign language |
| Reach 4 tha stainless, Leave 'em brainless |
| I’m just explainin’how the game is The strangest of things come 2 me at no surprise |
| Fuck peashooters all my gats are superiszed |
| Utilize all my allies, I run with the bad guys |
| I got 7 dopehouses thats a franchise |
| Man cries if he was blessed with a heart |
| But i lost mine in the backstreets of South Park |
| Once again it’s Mr. SPM |
| And this shit aint gonna stop until i’m dead or in the pen |
| He’s a hustla, He’s a balla, He sits on the, Latin throne |
| We shootin’stars, runnin’from cop cars |
| I got scars jumpin metal gates and sharp pars |
| The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar |
| Everyday u see me in a different crackhead’s car |
| So bizzare how so many bullets missed my head |
| I told my mom that im gonna stick with this instead |
| Fuck the crackrock, i rapped and hit the jackpot |
| Now i’m on a plane writin’on my laptop |
| It’s all wiggy rockin’city 2 city |
| But i still feel my past catchin’up with me Got mo’ends, bought my mom a gold Benz |
| But she worried cuz i still got all my old friends |
| Hopin’that i slow up and change one day |
| But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way |
| I told my old lady one day we gon’be like the Bradys |
| But for now i’ll teach u how 2 use this 380 |
| 3yrs and counting i been drinking from the music fountain |
| The dopehouse sits in Houston like a fuckin mountian |
| Who you doubtin', this browns comin’out the south |
| I got 9 believers with they foot in they mouth |
| I break guineses, Keep 'em off my premesis |
| Used 2 be menaces, Now our dreams limitless |
| Isnt this a trip, not a slipper or a sleeper |
| Niggaz wantin dope still hittin’up my beeper |
| We can overcome the ghetto, even g’s without a mother |
| Bread without butter i came crawling out a gutter |
| Born hustla, used 2 drive an old gas guzzler |
| Fresh out tha hood, i was sellin’dope last summer |
| Servin’zombies all followin’as big as Ghandis |
| Now i’m throwed diggin’brunettes and blondies |
| Jammin Jon B with bottles of Don P The day of the wetback has striked upon thee |