Letras:
South Park 3Rd Wish

clowning with the three wheel motion Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet I flip the cash but my stash flips faster Cause I'm pushing the real good pine [3

[Grimm] Automatics be kicking, reloaded streets done exploded And hopeless, lost on the dro'ded armored soldiers The fully loadest, book was strong as

f/ Marilyn Rylander First Verse (SPM): He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned He left school, now it's finally his turn

used to ride trains from Philly, to New York State, But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates, Hanh, even so though, I wish I could

f/ Baby Beech First Verse [SPM]: Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone and my homie is born Rubble Rebel, Devil, chase

f/ Marilyn Rylander I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin First Verse: [SPM] Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie

've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this shit

cause this muthafucka smell The ringin in my ear sound like bell bells Well this is farewell I park parallel Walk to the park and smoke on the carousel

bad guys, I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once