Hustle Town

[South Park Mexican talkin':] Hustle Town my city man! Born & raised baby Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mother's 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' 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimp Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane But Mom don't worry my teck protect well I told you one day this rap shit gon' sell 'Cause my heart been broke from the start Since the day my father died when I was 7 in the park So I wrote the book How to pimp hoes & kick do's & If I kill well than that's just how this shit goes Pull yo' strap. What am I supposed to sweat? This the 3rd time today that I come close to death. [Chorus: South Park Mexican] Hustle Town Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked. [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] Set 'em up Wet 'em up Etceteras Tell your treasura Empty the regista Shit serious I'll give your life a period Well here he is It's 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 2 dice Maybe 'cause he blew fry On top of ya With that Hillwood Mafia Hard hittin' hustlaz Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge While my shit be flawless Dope House Records step into my office. [Chorus: South Park Mexican] Hustle Town Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked. [Lord Loco talkin':] It's your boy Lord Loco. You Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM We talkin' about There's alot of frauds out there. You know what I'm sayin'? So What you think 'about these fraud ass niggas Los? [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] You Jackin' jaws I'm packin' balls Smoke & split I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause Wit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hay Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac Competition You other fuckers make me laugh You's a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits I fight devil's like you wit a crucifix Ruthless shit With a shotty Take your body Gun Kung Fu Mixed wit AK Karate I'm sorry but you the past like Atari As I smoke like Marty Stay Brown like Charlie. [Chorus: South Park Mexican] Hustle Town Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood & We serve them dope fiends Hustle Town This shit don't stop Roll rental cars & We keep the glock clocked.