Boys On Da Cut Lyrics by South Park Mexican

Boys On Da Cut Lyrics

    First verse:

    I woke up quick, at around two
    Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw
    Boys out there, makin' them tapes
    Separate the real niggas from the fakes
    My boy just got out, did a flat ten
    And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
    My best friend, but time destroys all men
    Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
    It ain't all good, but i ain't missin' no money
    I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
    Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
    The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
    I break bread with my killas in the h-tx
    It's the sp-mex, in the all black stretch
    Known for my purity, pride, and security
    A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry

    Chorus:

    Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
    You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
    Boys out there, slangin' that yay
    Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay

    (2x)

    Second verse:

    The time has come, and the day is here
    Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
    I come from the head, it's the boy named los
    The one that got everybody on they toes
    Straight up, and still i sell dope for a livin'
    In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
    No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
    I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who killed kenny?"
    For my gangsta bitch, that i just met
    She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
    I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
    Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope i cut

    Chorus

    Bridge (ayana m.):

    Fire......
    We on fire.......
    We ain't gone stop....
    Droppin' these boooooombs.....

    (2x)

    Third verse:

    I was twelve years old, when i did my first jack
    And i don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
    With fifteen rocks, i bought my first car
    Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
    It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez
    Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
    Boys talkin' down, but i give two fucks
    Step in my face, i put you in an all-black tux
    Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
    My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
    Now how many times do i have to tell ya?
    All my life i've been called a failure!
    My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
    I just got out the county jail two months ago
    Now i'm in the studio, just like julio
    In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl
    Man i can't stop, i'ma keep on droppin'
    Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
    At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
    I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina
    Plus a fine ass china, i used to be a dreamer
    Now i bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
    Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian
    I don't give a fuck cuz every month i make a million

    Bridge

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