SPM - Hustle Town Lyrics

[South Park Mexican talkin':]Hustle Town my city man!Born & raised babyYo I dedicate this jam to all the single mother'sRaisin' men in a big cityI know it's hardLet 'em know what's up Filero.[Verse 1: Filero]I sell drugs with thugsHittin' licks off tricksWorkin' 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimpMom's beggin' me to stop everydaySo scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory laneBut Mom don't worry my teck protect wellI told you one day this rap shit gon' sell'Cause my heart been broke from the startSince the day my father died when I was 7 in the parkSo I wrote the bookHow to pimp hoes & kick do's& if I kill well than that's just how this shit goesPull 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 TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll rental cars& we keep the glock clockedHustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll rental cars& we keep the glock clocked.[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]Set 'em upWet 'em upEtceterasTell your treasuraEmpty the registaShit seriousI'll give your life a periodWell here he isIt's The kid with experienceDon't start shitMistake me for an artistFlash in the darkSomeone tell 'em where his heart isBlue light.Who die?TonightMaybe over 2 diceMaybe 'cause he blew fryOn top of yaWith that Hillwood MafiaHard hittin' hustlazBeat the draws off of yaKnowledgeWhile my shit be flawlessDope House Records step into my office.[Chorus: South Park Mexican]Hustle Town Hustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll rental cars& we keep the glock clockedHustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll 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 SPMWe 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' jawsI'm packin' ballsSmoke & splitI give mo' gifts than Santa ClauseWit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hayChug a lug for the thugs who done passed awayMista da Masta Mystical Mexican ManiacCompetitionYou other fuckers make me laughYou's a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hitsI fight devil's like you wit a crucifixRuthless shitWith a shottyTake your bodyGun Kung FuMixed wit AK KarateI'm sorry but you the past like AtariAs I smoke like MartyStay Brown like Charlie.[Chorus: South Park Mexican]Hustle Town Hustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll rental cars& we keep the glock clockedHustle TownThe city of dreamsWhere we creep through the hood& we serve them dope fiendsHustle TownThis shit don't stopRoll rental cars& we keep the glock clocked.