Lord Loco's Melody Lyrics
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Lord Loco's Melody Lyricsby South Park Mexican (Spm) Buy album CD: Other Songs 2 - WEA [Verse 1] The game on tilt Dope House what I built Beans get spilt and niggas get killed Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk King of the Hill baby momma named Jill Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions Rats n roaches baseball coaches That was '82 now I stay by the ocean In a 3 story while I while I read all this Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's She so horny outside it's stormy Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me [Chorus: JC ad libs] [Verse 2] I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette Like my girl sassy southern and sexy Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us Nigga you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past For everytime I didn't clean the house and cut the grass Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up I promised to get out of the game so many times Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines [Chorus: JC ad libs] [Verse 3] I put the codeine in my soda pop Cops lookin at me like I stole the drop What I can't have things like swing-a-langs Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers Im a +Star+ like +Spangle+ my chain gon jangle 7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle Ima give my Seiko to my homeboy Pedro I make hoes strip at every state show Niggas wanna kill me I'll let yall tell it You know how many times I heard that shit Yall niggas sound like parrots Im a Green Beret yall niggas green pa-rrots I hit you from the back but you don't land on your chest I pop stress pills like ?? and X Ima buy things like Rolls's and jets I left a mark on this game and didn't get no credit I got a song called Hate and I can't even spell it [Chorus: JC ad libs]
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