South Park Mexican - "Dope Game" lyrics
*** Complimentary Dope Game Ringtone ***
Check one, check two
Let's take a cruise
I done did the game
Every which way but loose
Nothing left to do
Except collect my cash
And I bet that as*
That the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper
Threw away my pager
'Cause these boys keep
Callin' from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved 'em from the hate
Now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face
Tryin' to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin'
In Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up
To the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck
A sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip
And miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin', flippin'
Sippin' on purple Lipton
Diggin' women in
The drop lemon, livin'
I was driven to my
Last nerve, hittin' curbs
Puttin' twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse
CHORUS:
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys
With no brains
Whoridas
Repeat chorus
I remember long ago
I never got no love
Still I knew that
One day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle
Trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin' that the blunt
Wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for
A sip of your syrup
I used to never walk
Around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks
On silver plates
Let's take a cruise
I done did the game
Every which way but loose
Nothing left to do
Except collect my cash
And I bet that as*
That the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper
Threw away my pager
'Cause these boys keep
Callin' from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved 'em from the hate
Now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face
Tryin' to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin'
In Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up
To the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck
A sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip
And miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin', flippin'
Sippin' on purple Lipton
Diggin' women in
The drop lemon, livin'
I was driven to my
Last nerve, hittin' curbs
Puttin' twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse
CHORUS:
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys
With no brains
Whoridas
Repeat chorus
I remember long ago
I never got no love
Still I knew that
One day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle
Trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin' that the blunt
Wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for
A sip of your syrup
I used to never walk
Around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks
On silver plates
Girls fannin' my face
Others give me grapes
By the grace of God
I was given the job
To run through the rap game
Like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test
I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards
Except Mexican Express
I'ma dress my baby girl and
Rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks
Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to
The sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin' in the Lex with
A dog named Plex
Southside to the north
At the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche
With the bulletproof doors
Repeat chorus twice
It's the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola
Oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun
I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef
Makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills
Of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin', dope dealin'
Killin' nothin' but squeels
My third wish was to
Break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status
On your sattelite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker
Got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and
Never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch
Be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin' rocks
Out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys
Never at my house
Whether it's the ounce
That puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week
My baby girl's allowance
Dope House bouncin' cash
To my forgein accounts
Repeat chorus twice
Others give me grapes
By the grace of God
I was given the job
To run through the rap game
Like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test
I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards
Except Mexican Express
I'ma dress my baby girl and
Rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks
Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to
The sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin' in the Lex with
A dog named Plex
Southside to the north
At the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche
With the bulletproof doors
Repeat chorus twice
It's the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola
Oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun
I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef
Makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills
Of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin', dope dealin'
Killin' nothin' but squeels
My third wish was to
Break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status
On your sattelite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker
Got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and
Never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch
Be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin' rocks
Out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys
Never at my house
Whether it's the ounce
That puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week
My baby girl's allowance
Dope House bouncin' cash
To my forgein accounts
Repeat chorus twice
*** Complimentary Dope Game Ringtone ***
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