Boys on da Cut Lyrics
| Song | Boys on da Cut |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : SPM | |
| First verse： | |
| I woke up quick, at around two | |
| Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw | |
| Boys out there, makin' them tapes | |
| Separate the real niggas from the fakes | |
| My boy just got out, did a flat ten | |
| And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen | |
| My best friend, but time destroys all men | |
| Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again | |
| It ain't all good, but i ain't missin' no money | |
| I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me | |
| Somebody once said they wanna see me dead | |
| The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head | |
| I break bread with my killas in the h-tx | |
| It's the sp-mex, in the all black stretch | |
| Known for my purity, pride, and security | |
| A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck | |
| You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut | |
| Boys out there, slangin' that yay | |
| Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay | |
| (2x) | |
| Second verse: | |
| The time has come, and the day is here | |
| Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year | |
| I come from the head, it's the boy named los | |
| The one that got everybody on they toes | |
| Straight up, and still i sell dope for a livin' | |
| In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison | |
| No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies | |
| I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who killed kenny?" | |
| For my gangsta bitch, that i just met | |
| She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set | |
| I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood | |
| Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope i cut | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge (ayana m.): | |
| Fire...... | |
| We on fire....... | |
| We ain't gone stop.... | |
| Droppin' these boooooombs..... | |
| (2x) | |
| Third verse: | |
| I was twelve years old, when i did my first jack | |
| And i don't think that bitch ever got her purse back | |
| With fifteen rocks, i bought my first car | |
| Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar | |
| It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez | |
| Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs | |
| Boys talkin' down, but i give two fucks | |
| Step in my face, i put you in an all-black tux | |
| Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock | |
| My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop | |
| Now how many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i've been called a failure! | |
| My freestyle flow, is so untouchable | |
| I just got out the county jail two months ago | |
| Now i'm in the studio, just like julio | |
| In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl | |
| Man i can't stop, i'ma keep on droppin' | |
| Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin' | |
| At the galleria, tell me have you seen her? | |
| I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina | |
| Plus a fine ass china, i used to be a dreamer | |
| Now i bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer | |
| Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian | |
| I don't give a fuck cuz every month i make a million | |
| Bridge |
| zuo ci : SPM | |
| First verse: | |
| I woke up quick, at around two | |
| Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw | |
| Boys out there, makin' them tapes | |
| Separate the real niggas from the fakes | |
| My boy just got out, did a flat ten | |
| And he just can' t stop talkin' bout that pen | |
| My best friend, but time destroys all men | |
| Now he don' t give a fuck about goin' again | |
| It ain' t all good, but i ain' t missin' no money | |
| I' m just a thug muthafucka and you can' t take nothin' from me | |
| Somebody once said they wanna see me dead | |
| The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head | |
| I break bread with my killas in the htx | |
| It' s the spmex, in the all black stretch | |
| Known for my purity, pride, and security | |
| A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cuz the boys on the cut don' t give a fuck | |
| You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut | |
| Boys out there, slangin' that yay | |
| Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don' t pay | |
| 2x | |
| Second verse: | |
| The time has come, and the day is here | |
| Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year | |
| I come from the head, it' s the boy named los | |
| The one that got everybody on they toes | |
| Straight up, and still i sell dope for a livin' | |
| In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison | |
| No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies | |
| I' ll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' " who killed kenny?" | |
| For my gangsta bitch, that i just met | |
| She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set | |
| I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood | |
| Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope i cut | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge ayana m.: | |
| Fire...... | |
| We on fire....... | |
| We ain' t gone stop.... | |
| Droppin' these boooooombs..... | |
| 2x | |
| Third verse: | |
| I was twelve years old, when i did my first jack | |
| And i don' t think that bitch ever got her purse back | |
| With fifteen rocks, i bought my first car | |
| Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar | |
| It' s like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez | |
| Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs | |
| Boys talkin' down, but i give two fucks | |
| Step in my face, i put you in an allblack tux | |
| Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock | |
| My lead, hit' cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop | |
| Now how many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i' ve been called a failure! | |
| My freestyle flow, is so untouchable | |
| I just got out the county jail two months ago | |
| Now i' m in the studio, just like julio | |
| In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl | |
| Man i can' t stop, i' ma keep on droppin' | |
| Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin' | |
| At the galleria, tell me have you seen her? | |
| I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina | |
| Plus a fine ass china, i used to be a dreamer | |
| Now i bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer | |
| Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian | |
| I don' t give a fuck cuz every month i make a million | |
| Bridge |
| zuò cí : SPM | |
| First verse: | |
| I woke up quick, at around two | |
| Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw | |
| Boys out there, makin' them tapes | |
| Separate the real niggas from the fakes | |
| My boy just got out, did a flat ten | |
| And he just can' t stop talkin' bout that pen | |
| My best friend, but time destroys all men | |
| Now he don' t give a fuck about goin' again | |
| It ain' t all good, but i ain' t missin' no money | |
| I' m just a thug muthafucka and you can' t take nothin' from me | |
| Somebody once said they wanna see me dead | |
| The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head | |
| I break bread with my killas in the htx | |
| It' s the spmex, in the all black stretch | |
| Known for my purity, pride, and security | |
| A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cuz the boys on the cut don' t give a fuck | |
| You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut | |
| Boys out there, slangin' that yay | |
| Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don' t pay | |
| 2x | |
| Second verse: | |
| The time has come, and the day is here | |
| Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year | |
| I come from the head, it' s the boy named los | |
| The one that got everybody on they toes | |
| Straight up, and still i sell dope for a livin' | |
| In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison | |
| No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies | |
| I' ll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' " who killed kenny?" | |
| For my gangsta bitch, that i just met | |
| She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set | |
| I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood | |
| Got the whole world fiendin' for the dope i cut | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge ayana m.: | |
| Fire...... | |
| We on fire....... | |
| We ain' t gone stop.... | |
| Droppin' these boooooombs..... | |
| 2x | |
| Third verse: | |
| I was twelve years old, when i did my first jack | |
| And i don' t think that bitch ever got her purse back | |
| With fifteen rocks, i bought my first car | |
| Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar | |
| It' s like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez | |
| Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs | |
| Boys talkin' down, but i give two fucks | |
| Step in my face, i put you in an allblack tux | |
| Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock | |
| My lead, hit' cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop | |
| Now how many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i' ve been called a failure! | |
| My freestyle flow, is so untouchable | |
| I just got out the county jail two months ago | |
| Now i' m in the studio, just like julio | |
| In the city where them bitches never won a super bowl | |
| Man i can' t stop, i' ma keep on droppin' | |
| Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin' | |
| At the galleria, tell me have you seen her? | |
| I fuck a country singer and a houston ballerina | |
| Plus a fine ass china, i used to be a dreamer | |
| Now i bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer | |
| Leave a mark in this game, ask ted indian | |
| I don' t give a fuck cuz every month i make a million | |
| Bridge |
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