paroles de chanson Cowboy in New York - That Mexican OT

My mama told me it's gonna be okay
I should've believed you
And I ain't want you to go to the heaven, mama
I still need you

You was in disguise, couldn't recognize mama
I need to see you
Now I question God about it all, I'm asking them
Well, what did we do?
We ain't deserve this pain
And why's our world full of rain

I'm trying to see the green grass on a good bright sunny day
I'm trying to hold my mama and tell her don't worry mama I got you
She told me watch out for that fake love
So when I see it, I spot you
If you need me I got you
But don't cross me out, I demand respect
Don't give it and I'll crop you
And I got Crips that pop too
I got bloods down the road to respect LoCs and the color blue
My heart's cold, I got no flu
Don't let me sneeze this opp too

Creeping tonight
Black shoes, black shirt
And the pants black too
And if you're not one deep, whoever you with
Shit, they get a cap too
Aye guards!

I might just smack this dude
The people that came with shit we going to cap them too
I'll make them regret it, like a bad tattoo
Say you want smoke
Take a hit and pass it back and I'm going to pass that tool

Ayo C4, pass me the tool
Run through his crib
I want the cash and the loot
I choke him out until his face turn blue
Like Benjamin Franklin that's my favorite lo

He say he want some cannabis
Burn him down to a roach
I caught him lacking chit-chatting on his grandma's porch
I'm on the back of the gun, the other side is no fun
Y'all think that dude y'all daddy
Bitch you my son!

I had your mama eating my llama for breakfast and lunch
I hung your brother with a shoelace
No face, no case
And now we're back to square one
That money calling is trying to holla
I'm looking for gwalla
These nat nats be tryna sidetrack
Man, I tell him to stop it
Look right on

Smoke me a woody
I'm feeling goodie
I'm gone
I told the earth, I'm going out, I'll be back home
Good dope, good dope, I roll it up yeah
Aktivist sip pour, I pour a four in my double cup
Why?

'Cause I'm in love with these drugs
Yes, I'm in love with these drugs
Bitch I'm in love with these drugs
Yes, I'm in love with these drugs

Hot like fire when I ignite her
She want me to kiss her
Her name's Sativa
She told me Indica was her stepsister
She's from Switzerland, the other one's Dutch
And if hes a opp for sho, then the optimo will get rolled up

And I threw him in the backwood
Now he's john doe'd up
I burnt him like a Philly
His top looking frizzy
He was some aight smoke bruh

But if you got five on the white owl well then you might tote some

Slinging berretas, we down for whatever
My crips just might blow some
And how you mess up the rotation?
Just take a hit and pass it back
And they know how I'm stepping
I'm from the south side of the map
I be south side stepping
Chin checking that mac 11 will send them to heaven
Somebody call up the reverend, now