Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ghost (feat. Juan Gotti, Rasheed, & Nelly) , by - South Park Mexican. Release date: 18.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ghost (feat. Juan Gotti, Rasheed, & Nelly) |
| Ugh alone in my celda, smokin hierba |
| No esta buena but it hits a penas |
| Makin money in prison y afuera |
| That’s my business, my drawings what eva |
| Slangin hierba diez bolas al toke |
| Slangin ink con placazos al sobres |
| Slang my cornbread, dessert and a juice |
| Saw my homeboy get shot on the news |
| Now you know what this Mexican doos |
| Come and cruise, take a walk in my shoes |
| On the cool esta vida no es linda |
| That’s your boy hittin licks in the pinta |
| We hit licks in the earliest of hours |
| Underneath the light and watchtowers |
| Be cool when you see the ghost |
| Dont be suprised, she’s not in white clothes |
| Envelope with the money order, 50 should get me a mountain |
| Biness to handle when the bossman finish countin |
| Homie kinda broke and them folks call him indigent |
| Hustle out there, Hustle here, there’s no sentiment |
| Sendin so many kites, call me Benjamin Frank |
| Service to everybody, 50 men in a tank |
| Meet my sister in the free, she gon send you a bank |
| While i make me a shank contraband drank |
| Food, snacks, basic commissary |
| Pay me for my picture of the what? |
| naked Halle Berry |
| Home on a furlough, OG told me |
| Where he buried the dough, let it burn slow |
| 6 months and I’ll be free |
| But right now I got whatever you need, two for three |
| Broke and alone doin time comatose |
| I’mma shoot at the Bitch and see if she a Ghost |
| Cell block B, seven-B-two |
| Pass the grass but don’t let’em see you |
| My heavenly jewel riskin it all |
| The finest boss lady in these prison brick walls |
| Hit the lick ma, kiss the dick soft |
| Lemme see your phone for a business call |
| If it gets long pick it up before three |
| But put it on silent so it don’t ring |
| I’m the digital king, this is no dream |
| Is it real love or just a physical thing |
| Like a typical fling while I’m sippin on lean |
| Bring back some chicken cause a nigga Hung-ry |
| Connections, while I lay up in this Texas corrections |
| So the judges can win their elections |
| They locking up the muthafuckin Mexicans |
| Back with my best friends and we go |