wizard of oz lyrics – south park mexican

“wizard of oz”

[chorus 2x’s]
now come follow me
down yellow brick road
to easier to see
hillwood hustla
got what you need

[verse 1]
it were plain to see
since the age of three
one day dope fiends’ll be pagin me
i got crunk in the game n*gg*s knew my name
hillwood the place i gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 seville
smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
back in ’86 i was choppin bricks
to think a d*mn papermate got me rich
i got love for the hustlas in every hood
but hate in your heart it’ll never be good
i feel blessed but confess
i blow sess for my stress
its that mex with a s on my chest
none the less i was real with the homies
with the o-z’s running from the police
no peace blow sweets on cold streets
dope fiends gon bring a n*gg* more green [echoes]

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[verse 2]
my money triple sippin ripple living simple
rolling paper squares out a fat *ss nickle
trick on my d*ck for the bricks i chop
pigs in my mix when they hit my block
used to catch a raid bout every six months
just a check up to see if id slip once
call it one time some rhyme bout this sh*t
i can slide in my sandals but never will i slip
undercovers h*t the set man yall funny
taking them crumbs and giving marked money
trying to convict em i aint fallin victim
fool i know your face and my boys i done hipped em
they want me bad so mad as they burn off
f*cking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
no other way just another day on the spot
if you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]

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[verse 3]
i wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
living in the land where the c*ke is cooked
where hoes get took and the choke is good
where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
that lonely wood where his homies stood
trying to change myself if i only could
im just your hillwood hustla street rhyme rustler
blowing more smoke than a broke down m*ffler
but i’m taking losses
it aint easy working jobs with no f*cking bosses
selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
still i feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
real g’s keep they life on cruise control
when the police kick door and raid my crib
i tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what i did [echoes]

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/ south park mexican lyrics