ฟังเพลงReal Gangsta (Explicit)

Real Gangsta - South Park Mexican

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

You see

He was a good kid all through elementary

A's and B's and had no enemies

But he saw all the G's as he walked home

He couldn't read all the words on the walls though

So many letters was crossed out with X's

He wondered but knew not to ask those questions

No pops and his Mom worked to the nail

She managed to buy him some shoes on sale

She didn't know she bought the wrong color

And they stayed in the closet all summer

Even though the kid wasn't affiliated

He knew what they loved and knew what they hated

Now he's in Middle School same individual

But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult

This is the life of a young Mexican

Verse 1 done take me to the 2nd one

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

7th grade Why so much homework

Got a pot pie sittin' in the stove burnt

Mama still ain't back from her job yet

So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left

Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon

His last dog was a victim of a hit run

There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy

Your mom's gone He pulls out a chrome toy

Where did you get that from The kid asked

We broke into a house we got a bunch of sh*t stashed

It was the first time he ever held a real gun

To get one of these you gotta steal one

We too young they won't let us buy a gat

Now if they shoot at us we can fire back

Who is they and why would they blast at me

'Cause you from the hood fool this is family

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

A year passes now the kids dicky's sag

In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag

And the homeboy that showed him his first gun

Got killed last week in a burban

Puttin' work in 45 jerkin'

Lucky shot hit popped like a virgin

Closed casket touched as he strolled past it

Got his name tattooed on 2 hoes asses

So he'll still be remembered often while

His little b**ch gettin' hit doggy style

It ain't stoppin' now while his Moms' on the ground

On her knees yellin' Please Lord not my child

I want to watch him smile

He can turn his 2Pac up loud

He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch

And while the kid is listenin' to her words

All he can think about is bloody bloody murders

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

She don't know why

But all she knows

Is that her youngest child

Is a Real Gangsta now

Yo man this is Juan Gotti and I want to tell my people to keep your dreams alive man

Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams

Believe in yourself

And Don't follow the blind

You deserve the best in life homito

You can have it

It's our time now man