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​Hustle Town

This song is by South Park Mexican and appears on the album Hustle Town (1998).

South Park Mexican talkin:
Hustle Town my city man!
Born and raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mother's
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 gon' sell
'Cause 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 and kick do's
And if I kill well than that's just how this shit goes
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
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And 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 your life a period
Well here he is
It's 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 that 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
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And 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
We talkin' about There's alot of frauds out there. You know what I'm sayin'?
So What you think 'about these fraud ass niggas Los?

(Verse 3: South Park Mexican)
You Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke and 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
You other fuckers make me laugh
You's 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 Marty
Stay Brown like Charlie.

(Chorus: South Park Mexican)
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock clocked.