Hustle Town Lyrics by South Park Mexican

Hustle Town Lyrics

    [spm talking]
    Eh he he he he
    Hustle town my city maan!
    Born and raised baby
    Yo i dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
    Raisin' men in a big city
    I know it's hard
    Let 'em know what's up filero

    [verse 1: filero]
    I sell drugs with thugs
    Hittin' licks off tricks
    Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
    Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday
    So scared for me to walk…. memory lane
    But mom don't worry my teck protect well
    I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell
    But my heart been broke from the start
    Since the day my father died when i was seven in the park
    So i wrote the book
    How to pimp hoes and kick do's
    And if i kill well than that's just how the shit go
    Pull yo strap
    What am i supposed to sweat
    This the third time today that i come close to death

    [chorus: spm]
    Hustle town hustle town
    The city of dreams
    Where we creep through the hood
    And we serve them dope fiends
    Hustle town
    The shit don't stop
    Roll rental cars
    And we keep the glock cocked
    Hustle town
    The city of dreams
    Where we creep through the hood
    And we serve them dope fiends
    Hustle town
    The shit don't stop
    Roll rental cars
    And we keep the glock cocked

    [verse 2: spm]
    Set 'em up
    Wet 'em up
    Etceteras
    Tell ya treasura
    Empty the regista
    Shit serious
    I'll give ya life a period
    Well here he is
    The kid with experience
    Don't start shit
    Mistake me for an artist
    Flash in the dark
    Someone tell 'em where his heart is
    Blue light
    Who die?
    Tonight
    Maybe over two dice
    Maybe cause he blew fry
    On top of ya
    With the hillwood mafia
    Hard hittin' hustlas
    Beat the draws off of ya
    Knowledge
    While my shit be flawless
    Dope house records step into my office

    [chorus: spm]

    {lord loco talking]
    It's ya boy lord loco
    Know what i'm talkin' bout
    Representin' that h-town wit my boy spm
    There's a lot of frauds out there know what i'm sayin'
    What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas los?

    [verse 3: spm]
    Jackin' jaws
    I'm packin' balls
    Smoke and split
    I give mo' gifts than santa clause
    Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
    Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
    Mista da masta mystical mexican maniac
    Competition ha ha
    You muthafuckas make me laugh
    You a bitch if you hatin' on my houston hits
    I fight devils like you wit a crucifix
    Ruthless shit
    With a shotty
    Take ya body
    Gun kung fu
    Mixed wit ak karate
    I'm sorry but you the past like atari
    As i smoke like marley
    Stay brown like charlie

    [chorus: spm]

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