Letra de Cowboy in New York - That Mexican OT

My mama told me it's gon' be okay, I said I believe her

And I ain't want you to go to heaven, mama, I still need you

You was in the sky, couldn't recognize, mama, I need to see you

Now I questioned God about it all, I'm asking Him, "Well, what did we do we?"

We ain't deserve this pain, and why is our world full of rain?

I'm tryna see the green grass on a good bright sunny day

I'm tryna hold my mama and tell her, "Don't worry, mama, I got you"

She taught 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, I demand respect

Don't give it and I'll crop you, and I got Crip's that pop too

I got Blood's down that road to respect Locs and the color blue

My heart's cold, I got no flu, don't let me sneeze, this—, achoo

Creep in the night, black shoes, black shirt and the pants black too

And if you're not one deep whoever you with, shit, they gettin' capped too

Hey, cuz, I might just smack this dude

The people that came with, shit, we gon' 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'ma pass that too

Ayy, yo, C4, pass me the tool

Run through his crib, I want the cash and the loot

I'll choke him out until his face turned blue like Benjamin Franklin

That's my favorite lo'

They say you want some cannabis, burn 'em down to a roach

I caught him lacking, chit-chattin' 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 eatin' my llama for breakfast and lunch

I hung your brother with a shoelace

No face, no case, and now we back to square one

That money callin', it's tryna hollar, I'm looking for guala

These nat-nats be tryna sidetrack, man, I tell 'em to stop it

Look, right on, huh

Smoke me a woody, I'm feelin' goody, 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

Actavis sipper, 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 step-sister

She's from Switzerland, the other one's Dutch

And if he's an Alphasoa, hop them over, get rolled up

And I threw him in the backwoods and now he John Doe-d up

And I burnt him like a Philly, his top lookin' frizzy

He want some ice smoke, bruh

But if you got five on the white hour, then you might tote somethin'

Slingin' Berettas, we down for whatever, my Crip just might blow somethin'

And how you mess up rotation? Just take a hit and pass it back

And they know how I'm steppin', I'm from the South side of the map

I'll be Southside steppin', chin checkin'

That MAC-11 will send him to heaven

Somebody call up the Reverend now

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