Time Is Money Lyrics
| Song | Time Is Money |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (bailiff) | |
| Order in the court! | |
| (judge) | |
| The courtroom asks carlos coy to step up to the witness stand. | |
| Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you god? | |
| (spm) | |
| Yeah | |
| First verse: | |
| I'll begin when i started gettin' violent, sir | |
| Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer | |
| I grabbed my 'stol, and then i felt the coldness | |
| People stood around as i told this | |
| Ferocious confession of relentless aggression | |
| I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions | |
| I sold rocks, i was raised with no pops | |
| My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs | |
| Bitch offered me the pussy, so i took it | |
| They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked | |
| Stayin' high as hell, and drunk as fuck | |
| You ain't down with the mex, you can sick my duck | |
| I mean duck my sick, i mean suck my dick | |
| Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck i meant | |
| And if i ever come back to the free world | |
| I'ma take my baby girl out to sea world | |
| Chorus: | |
| Time is money | |
| Time obviously isn't on your side | |
| Time is money | |
| Bridge one: | |
| (lawyer) | |
| Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of december second? | |
| Second verse: | |
| My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told | |
| Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold | |
| Learn the code, then meet me at the service road | |
| Now you all understand what this person know | |
| Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so | |
| I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for | |
| But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope | |
| But since the day that mama gave birth to los | |
| I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke | |
| Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose loc? | |
| Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke | |
| Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note | |
| I snatch his (???) up, he looked like he turned to chrome | |
| That boy got a date with dirt, in the earth below | |
| With the worms, that hoe left on an early note | |
| I seen him run the red light, and i heard she broke | |
| Chorus | |
| (judge) | |
| Do you have any last words before i give you your sentence? | |
| Third verse: | |
| I spent a lot of time away from family and friends | |
| The first song i wrote, was a song named "revenge" | |
| Ever since then, my weapon was a pen | |
| But i still kept a strap for those devilish men | |
| Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka! | |
| Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle | |
| Does anybody understand the life of the trill? | |
| Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| 3,2,1 | |
| (inmate) | |
| South park mexican, what the fuck? i just knew you'd be back |
| bailiff | |
| Order in the court! | |
| judge | |
| The courtroom asks carlos coy to step up to the witness stand. | |
| Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you god? | |
| spm | |
| Yeah | |
| First verse: | |
| I' ll begin when i started gettin' violent, sir | |
| Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer | |
| I grabbed my ' stol, and then i felt the coldness | |
| People stood around as i told this | |
| Ferocious confession of relentless aggression | |
| I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions | |
| I sold rocks, i was raised with no pops | |
| My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs | |
| Bitch offered me the pussy, so i took it | |
| They call me a crook, cuz that' s short for crooked | |
| Stayin' high as hell, and drunk as fuck | |
| You ain' t down with the mex, you can sick my duck | |
| I mean duck my sick, i mean suck my dick | |
| Don' t laugh bitch, you know what the fuck i meant | |
| And if i ever come back to the free world | |
| I' ma take my baby girl out to sea world | |
| Chorus: | |
| Time is money | |
| Time obviously isn' t on your side | |
| Time is money | |
| Bridge one: | |
| lawyer | |
| Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of december second? | |
| Second verse: | |
| My word is gold, now check, how the murder' s told | |
| Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold | |
| Learn the code, then meet me at the service road | |
| Now you all understand what this person know | |
| Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so | |
| I was the perfect mold of gangsta you' ve been searchin' for | |
| But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope | |
| But since the day that mama gave birth to los | |
| I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke | |
| Tryin' to jack a jacker, what' s the purpose loc? | |
| Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain' t heard the joke | |
| Now he' s in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note | |
| I snatch his ??? up, he looked like he turned to chrome | |
| That boy got a date with dirt, in the earth below | |
| With the worms, that hoe left on an early note | |
| I seen him run the red light, and i heard she broke | |
| Chorus | |
| judge | |
| Do you have any last words before i give you your sentence? | |
| Third verse: | |
| I spent a lot of time away from family and friends | |
| The first song i wrote, was a song named " revenge" | |
| Ever since then, my weapon was a pen | |
| But i still kept a strap for those devilish men | |
| Sucka better ducka from the buck, buck, bucka! | |
| Do a flyby and shoot your aunt and your uncle | |
| Does anybody understand the life of the trill? | |
| Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| 3, 2, 1 | |
| inmate | |
| South park mexican, what the fuck? i just knew you' d be back |
| bailiff | |
| Order in the court! | |
| judge | |
| The courtroom asks carlos coy to step up to the witness stand. | |
| Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you god? | |
| spm | |
| Yeah | |
| First verse: | |
| I' ll begin when i started gettin' violent, sir | |
| Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer | |
| I grabbed my ' stol, and then i felt the coldness | |
| People stood around as i told this | |
| Ferocious confession of relentless aggression | |
| I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions | |
| I sold rocks, i was raised with no pops | |
| My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs | |
| Bitch offered me the pussy, so i took it | |
| They call me a crook, cuz that' s short for crooked | |
| Stayin' high as hell, and drunk as fuck | |
| You ain' t down with the mex, you can sick my duck | |
| I mean duck my sick, i mean suck my dick | |
| Don' t laugh bitch, you know what the fuck i meant | |
| And if i ever come back to the free world | |
| I' ma take my baby girl out to sea world | |
| Chorus: | |
| Time is money | |
| Time obviously isn' t on your side | |
| Time is money | |
| Bridge one: | |
| lawyer | |
| Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of december second? | |
| Second verse: | |
| My word is gold, now check, how the murder' s told | |
| Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold | |
| Learn the code, then meet me at the service road | |
| Now you all understand what this person know | |
| Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so | |
| I was the perfect mold of gangsta you' ve been searchin' for | |
| But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope | |
| But since the day that mama gave birth to los | |
| I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke | |
| Tryin' to jack a jacker, what' s the purpose loc? | |
| Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain' t heard the joke | |
| Now he' s in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note | |
| I snatch his ??? up, he looked like he turned to chrome | |
| That boy got a date with dirt, in the earth below | |
| With the worms, that hoe left on an early note | |
| I seen him run the red light, and i heard she broke | |
| Chorus | |
| judge | |
| Do you have any last words before i give you your sentence? | |
| Third verse: | |
| I spent a lot of time away from family and friends | |
| The first song i wrote, was a song named " revenge" | |
| Ever since then, my weapon was a pen | |
| But i still kept a strap for those devilish men | |
| Sucka better ducka from the buck, buck, bucka! | |
| Do a flyby and shoot your aunt and your uncle | |
| Does anybody understand the life of the trill? | |
| Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| 3, 2, 1 | |
| inmate | |
| South park mexican, what the fuck? i just knew you' d be back |
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