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South Park Mexican We Ain't Goin' Nowhere Here are the song lyrics for We Ain't Goin' Nowhere by South Park Mexican. For more excellent South Park Mexican lyrics, run a search! *featuring Rasheed [SPM] Master minded, boys get blinded Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it Oh never mind it's right here Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere Dear diary: my hood is so firery I remember when no one would hire me used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas take my niggas out to Ninfas, I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges, close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless Forever armed and dangerous Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love [Chorus] [Rasheed & SPM] On fire "We ain't goin' nowhere" Hell nah homeboy "We ain't goin' nowhere" No way, no how "We ain't goin' nowhere" So fuck what you thought "We ain't goin' nowhere" [Rasheed] Here we go, It's them soldiers from the ghetto the "mero mero's" Rasheed puffing on golden pedals Acapulco style Colombians from mi end hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey) {but that leavin' might}? that I'ma love her so much when the hustlin' get behind her These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end Independent disposal is world wide Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers slide (slide, slide,slide) Purity assure me the highest quality I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot I carry a hit from my head to the planet global, on my mobile, my click forever known [Chorus] [SPM] In God we trust, Partna, ain't no bossin' us I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges I guess I got my three wishes To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope I tag cities up, run right through 'em other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin' I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet I'd rather die, then work for the man No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans [Chorus x2]
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