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Hustle Town

[South Park Mexican talkin':]

Hustle Town my city man!

Born & raised baby

Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers

Raisin' men in a big city

I know it's hard

Let 'em know what's up Filero.

[Verse 1: Filero]

I sell drugs with thugs

Hittin' licks off tricks

Workin' 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimp

Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday

So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane

But Mom don't worry my teck protect well

I told you one day this rap shit gone sell

But my heart been broke from the start

Since the day my father died when I was 7 in the park

So I wrote the book

How to pimp hoes & kick do's

& if I kill well than that's just how this shit go

Pull 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 Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll rental cars

& we keep the glock clocked

Hustle Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll rental cars

& we keep the glock clocked.

[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]

Set 'em up

Wet 'em up

Etceteras

Tell your treasura

Empty the regista

Shit serious

I'll give you life a period

Well here he is

The kid with experience

Don't start shit

Mistake me for an artist

Flash in the dark

Someone tell 'em where his heart is

Blue light

Who die?

Tonight

Maybe over 2 dice

Maybe cause he blew fry

On top of ya

With the Hillwood Mafia

Hard hittin' hustlaz

Beat the draws off of ya

Knowledge

While my shit be flawless

Dope House Records step into my office.

[Chorus: South Park Mexican]

Hustle Town Hustle Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll rental cars

& we keep the glock clocked

Hustle Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll 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 SPM

There's a lot of frauds out there. You know what I'm sayin'?

What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?

[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]

Jackin' jaws

I'm packin' balls

Smoke & split

I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause

Wit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hay

Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away

Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac

Competition ha ha

You other fuckers make me laugh

You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits

I fight devil's like you wit a crucifix

Ruthless shit

With a shotty

Take your body

Gun Kung Fu

Mixed wit AK Karate

I'm sorry but you the past like Atari

As I smoke like Marley

Stay Brown like Charlie.

[Chorus: South Park Mexican]

Hustle Town Hustle Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll rental cars

& we keep the glock clocked

Hustle Town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood

& we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town

This shit don't stop

Roll rental cars

& we keep the glock clocked.

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Lyrics submitted by Mike.

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