SOUTH PARK MEXICAN

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN - Riddla On Da Roof lyrics

He's a riddla aaaaaaaa

The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa

Silently

I receive my degree

I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry

Like the weed my brain buzzin like a bee

Flyin free I only fear sobriety

Shy police

Invading my privacy

We set a lot in court

They take my bribery

Finally I let this irony inspire me

They dying silently

Really jus tryin to be

Society denying me

So my pro-bity

Is flippin ghetto ivory

Oh my dear diary

My hood is fiery

They admire me

Will I die a G or will I build a dynasty

It's the riddla on the roof

Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth

It's the riddla on the roof

An eye for an eye

A tooth for a tooth

Yeah that's right it's ya boy Rasheed

All the way from the North Philadelphia ghettos

To the South Park slums

Representin in that Dope House with my man

The South Park Mexican

Say Los break these boys off once again

It's that vato

Convo you know how the song go

Get my freak on so

Watch for Santo

Pronto

Like a bronco

Turn him to a John Doe

I make ya body need bondo

I stomp hoes

Pop pop those hallows

A hard act to follow

A fool named Carlos

Ya know my matto

"Don't act like a star bro"

If ya talk don't pay ya damn car note

And although it's almost tomorrow

Cept for sorrow

Cause don't be a rap they can borrow

I swallow a ballo

Back at me lago

And G's hollerin bravo

Getting smoked like a Marlbro

Ain't no sympathy in the street

It's either him or me

Officially he the man that can get with me

Nigga please

My trigga squeeze come like the killer bees

Figure these the last days why stick wit G's

Initially my millimi make em history

Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly

Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine

Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine

Sippin lean ya started with the triple beam

Competion tell me

Are you listening?

It's the king

Livin life like Pistol Pete

With me so heat

That'll make yo body incomplete

Epidemy of a mental facility

I take ya nuts and hang em on my Christmas tree

Simpily I don't slip but I'm slippery

Unseen like the n-tity

Really be sick of beef

I disagree wit ya trickery

Blast like Yosemite

Smoke ya ass like a hickory

Industry

Ya fixin to see my embassy

Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery

A tooth for a tooth

A tooth for a tooth

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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