South Park Mexican — Ghetto Imprisonment

I can't escape This ghetto imprisonment Funny isnt it The face of death Looks so innocent (my life is violent But violent is life) [Verse 1:] One time mothafuka reach for the sky All I ever wanted was a piece of the pie On this chrome Microphone I could Do No Wrong and can only be held Back For so long Up tempo street info How I riddle If a nigga trip I turn his bitch Into a widow Puffin weed Vodka & Sunny D Sucka free real shit comin from a G Suddenly the Summary Ain't where you wanna be Underneath a hundred G's keepin dead company Quick triggas Certified wig splitas Ditch diggaz All about big figaz The last to laugh you don't have a chance I come down like a motha fuckin Avalanche Blast yo gatz think we won't answer back Cancel that we blow yo fuckin azz In half [Chorus: x2] I can't escape This ghetto imprisonment Funny isnt it The face of death Looks so innocent (my life is violent But violent is life) [Verse 2:] Light brown shade thoughts on gettin paid Who give us a bald fade No guards, n razor blades Future options bein weighed The game of life is bein playd With five aces of spades Three small trick up the trade Radicle renegade Walked in this world of blazin Bringing faces Touch of the Devil persuasion Ain't it amazing how this beer became A cravin add a fukin sweet Guarenteed to see some misbehaving Ain't no lifting balls Bitches my nuts is real Put you down with these southern skills Then piss in yo fuckin grill Roll deep with bats n gats n hard stares So hard gettin prepared for nuclear warfare Hands up in the air soldiers clenching there Fists 50 bald heads smoked out loced out n pissed Infared got it locked my bad hop out the spot Rotten mother fuker down the block [Chorus: x2] I can't escape This ghetto imprisonment Funny isnt it The face of death Looks so innocent (my life is violent But violent is life) Buck buck buck lyrical stylin run to the animosity at high volocity break it down for the nine eight... ready for war we brought attributions put fools in mental institution? Represent fureal [Verse 3:] Cockin my roc-a-bye Finally it's tyme to give my new Glock a try Homerun hitta u just poppin flies, talkin lies Now I come n there be no compromise Don't sleep son you betta stay awake The player made gon put ya ass on lay-away Mayday, mayday it's payday In the school band I played the ak It's midnight motherfuck a fist fight My clip light hoes up quick like My grip tyte keepin my shit ryte A hustla my customaz hit pipes Ya herd of me doin derty deeds Two quick kick door burglerez My nigga chief came through with the hip hop So wen my shit drop your lips be on zip lock [Chorus: x2] I can't escape This ghetto imprisonment Funny isnt it The face of death Looks so innocent (my life is violent But violent is life)