Iatola Lyrics & Tabs by South Park Mexican
Iatola
guitar chords lyrics
I'm meetin' up with the governor
3 2 & the Hillwood Hustla
Comin' straight out the head though
From the brain representin' my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young
In the hood in my cadillac flyer, through the 'wood
Wit my homey Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 G's on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch tryin' to give me her panocha
Bad sweet roller in my troka
V12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch tryin' to give me her panocha
Bad sweet roller in my troka
& my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin' sana
For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cause I am the champion.
It's the same ol' story though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
It's the sign of the times man
By a second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead G's
Fell short tryin' to stack up they Benji's
In the midst & the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You ain't shit but a job for one of my killers.
How many niggas must die by the trigger?
I'm a sipper I'm a swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick & get wetter than a surfer
No reversin' my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I Don't love you I don't hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin' shit
Candy on my mothership
& haters they can suck a dick.
That's the god damn deal.
& that's the god damn deal.
Dope House.
Uh. Yeah hold up man.
Who this be?
This... This how we do this. Man.
Who?
So this what it came to y'all the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I don't gangbang.
I claim no color
She lost her son. What if that was your mother?
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
& I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in 2nd ward off of Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin' to Peewee Herman.
Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin' Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasn't makin' hits
I was chasin' chicks havin' bad relationships.
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fuckin' bang delicious
I went from pain to riches & I remain malicious
Shoot 'em up & leave 'em layin' in some strange positions.
