Mexican Radio

Homieasie Markeezie

This is for you baby

This is for you fellas

Something I cooked up the dope house

In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah

Roll Cadillacs never lie on raps

Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse

Lost two grand last night shooting craps

Then I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps

Just got a letter from my old best friend

Doing twenty-five in the federal pen

Want to come home but he said until then

Could I look over his three children

They wake 'em up at five am for Fruit Loops

Draped in white overalls and black boots

Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice

Now we need money for some chips and soups

Run around town with a sack of rocks

Polo shirts with the matching socks

Mom I promise one day I'ma stop

I'ma grow up and be a astro-naut

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

Now daddy come first and daddy come next

Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex

Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex

But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex

I'ma get by and I'ma get high

Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly

Everybody knows that my back is not dry

If you say it is you a d-d-damn lie

Rolling through life like a tumbleweed

I'm the young pres of my company

Home catching hell cause I love my weed

Baby can you please let your husband breathe

Trying to dodge death and trying to dodge jail

Old damn friends trying to do my gal

People use to call me a bum from hell

Laughed at my car when my muffler fell

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

Pull another bud from the fat ass dime

Grippin wood grain let the seat recline

Got the Asian girl with the big behind

Take her to the telly and she love me long time

Remember when I begged you to buy my tapes

Now I buy cribs on the sides of lakes

Pray to the Lord and ask why they hate

'Cause they got the nuts 'bout the size of grapes

Twenty-two inches on the thirty-two ton

And the candy paint cost eighty-five hun

Even if I'm in my swimming pool having fun

Still I stay strapped with the waterproof gun

I'm asking you please can you pray for me reverend

When I die will I go to heaven

Trying to count the tvs in my car I got eleven

Pioneer read one-double-oh-seven

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio

I'm on the Mexican I-oh radio radio radio radio

The day is here

What up baby

Hustle Town

Two double 0 one hun

And it just don't quit

No it just don't stop

Chunk duce

Blow truce