South Park Mexican – Children Of The Ghetto lyrics

Pre-censored* before release on the reissue [Ike

Man] They
got me runnin' through my ghetto (Ghetto )...[Hook

Singer: (Ike Man in background)] Children
Of
the ghetto (They got me runnin' through my ghetto) Hold
on [South

Park Mexican] [Verse
1] They
got me Runnin'
through my ghetto in, a cold sweat I
just can't look back sticks, got your boy wet Checkin'
alleys for my homies race, pass the bayou Why
those five O's kickin', down my doors Run
up in a smoke house it's, dark as what But
I spot 'em in the corners when, they lighters struck Glass
pipes look like neon lights but, in the fire I'm
like a child of the Lord with, a poisonous desire Die
a "G ",tryin' to make Change
when, I approach 'em Even
though I got a great Range
I, won't smoke 'em Reminiscin'
on the happy times we, spent together Junior
high goin', half on dimes and, like a feather We
was floatin' in the wind fool, steady, laughin' Til
the day somebody killed you and, got me askin' Repeat

Hook Twice [Verse

2] They
tryin' to silence the violence and, minus the menace But
I'm in this to, win this tryin', to break a Guinness Business
as usual it's, unpredictable Critical
changes deranges the typical I
terrorize paralyze, your intentions Questions
answered on the day of my redemptions The
lynchin' Smif-N-Wessons, Lessons
to be taught On
the block of rock I, mention Critical
dimensions Yes
I, rest with my heina In
the shiny sun Got
the blunt I'm, tryin' to find me one Life
dream thirteen, be me number On
tha right team sur, east as a youngster Live
a G-role actin', a hero get, ya below I'll
be facin' Ito but, you got your life repo Repeat

Hook Twice [Verse

3] I
got incredible Criminals
in my subliminal minimal, Actions
and tactics can't, stop my cynical Passion
I'm blastin' trashin', the evidence Ever
since birth I'm, ripped out of innocence Isn't
this beautiful the, undisputible G
fits me suitable won't, hesitate to shoot a fool Up
in advance catch, a blast can, you dance Like
a trick shakin', ass in, the back of ambulance In
a trance of confusion havin', illusions Of
mental institutions bein', my solution Who's
in my nutty head wantin', everybody dead Red
rum feel the lead come through your bunk bed Then
mom said I could reach the sky if I try So
why does, she cry when, I'm high tryin', to fly My
soul is a lost one I'm, sleepwalkin' With
a mother[{ fuckin'*}]*shotgun I, gotta pop one Repeat

Hook Til Fade