South Park Mexican - Real Gangsta
Overige artiesten: Juan Gotti

(chorus)
She don't know why but all she knows is that her
youngest child is a real gangsta now you see

(Verse 1)

He was a good kid all through elementary A's and B's and had no enemies
but he saw all the G's as he walked home
he couldnt read all the words on the walls though
so many letters were crossed out with X's he wondered but knew not to ask those questions
no pops and his mom worked till the noon, she managed to by him some shoes on sell
she didnt know she bought the wrong color, and they stayed in the closet all summer
even though the kid wasnt affiliated he knew what they loved and knew what they hated
now he's in middle skool same individual, but this is when things seem to get a bit difficult
this is the life of a young mexican verse one done take me to the second one

(chorus)(x2)

She don't know why but all she knows is
that her youngest child is a real gangsta now you see

(Verse 2)

6th grade why so much homework
got a pot pie sitting in a stove burnt
momma still aint back from her job yet
so he eats it cuz thats all they got left
then he plays with his little puppie cinnamon
his last dog was a victim of a hit and run
ther's a knock on his door is his homeboy
your mom is gone he pulls out a crome toy
where you get dat from the kid asks
we broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stash
it was tha first time he ever held a real gun
to get one of these you gotta steal one
we to young dey wont let us buy it gat
now if they shoot at us, we can fire back
who is they and why would they blast at me
cuz your from the hood fool this is family


(chorus)(x2)

She don't know why but all she knows is
that her youngest child is a real gangsta now you see

(verse 3)

A year passes now the kid's dickies sag
in his pocket got a knife and a nicklebag
and the homeboy that showed him his first gun
got killed last week in a burban, putting working 45 jerking
lucky shot had popped like a virgin
closed casket touch as u scrolled passed it
got his named tattoed on 2 hoes asses
so he'll still be remembered often while
his little bitch getting hit doggy style
it aint stopping now while his mom is on the ground
on her knees yelling please lord not my child
i wanna watch him smile he can turned his puck-out-blowed
he can sleep with his pitbull on the couch
and while the kid is listening to her words
all he can think about is bloody bloody murders

(chorus)(x2)

She don't know why but all she knows is
that her youngest child is a real gangsta now you see

Yo man this Juan Gotti and i wanna tell my people
to keep your dreams alive man, dont let the one life
style destroy your dreams but believe in yourself
and dont follow the blind, you deserve the best in life homito
and you can have it, is our time now man

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