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South Park Mexican The Last Chair Violinist

started ringin, I was tumbling and divin', runnin' out of time, with my mind on survivin'. Dove out the window, but I started seein' stars, I forgot last

[South Park Mexican talking] Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Yo, what's up, what's up JC Man it's real man,

where killas have to pray. In the place where killas have to pray. He is the last chair violinist, the one who brings hope. To those who are the last chair violinist

have to buy a raspa maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas Ima throw vato back to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado

I was three when my old man left in the wind, pushed me in the ocean, turned around and said "Swim". That's what I did, even though I was scared, I kept

[SPM:] Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45. dunkin H town is just like Compton

Is it real, Tell me are we real, Are u just sayin' things that I wanna hear, Are u really true, Baby is it destiny, Are u the one that god made and he

s how we come We're commin gangsta and wreckin for Houston [Powda] Break it down, watch me clown I'mma break'em off Can't fuck with this Mexican Bitch from the South

can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on a beach chair,