Dope Game Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

Check one,check two,lets take a cruise 

I done did the game every which way but loose 

Nuthin left to do except collect my cash 

And I bet that ass that the Mexico gon` last 

Put the past on paper,threw away the pager 

Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker 

Mama saved em from the hate,now Ive hard with the pain 

Im in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape 

I break records in Texas crippin in Caddies and Benzes 

And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender 

I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper 

I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle 

I aint trippin,flippin,sippin on Purple Lipton 

Diggin women in the drop lemon,g livin 

I was driven to my last nerve,hittin curbs 

Puttin twenties on a grass hurst 

End of verse 

No shame 

Welcome to the dope game 

This is where we dont play 

Leave your boys with no brains 

Whoridas 

I remember long ago I bever got no love 

Still I knew that one day I`d be popular 

I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud 

Just hopin that the blunt wouldn`t pass me up 

I used to ask for a sip of your syrup 

I used to never walk around with the white cup 

Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates 

Girls fannin my face, others give me grapes 

By the grace of God, I was given the job 

To run through the rap game like corn on the cob 

So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest 

I ain`t got no credit cards except Mexican Express 

I`ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world 

If you needs track Happy P got my referal 

Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex 

Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex 

Southside to the North, at the old golf course 

The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors 

No shame 

Welcome to the dope game 

This is where we don`t play 

Leave your boys with no brains 

Whoridaz 

It`s the L-O-S-C-O-Y 

Pack the pistola, oh me oh my 

My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb 

For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon 

I`ve come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills 

Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nuthin but squeels 

My third wish was to break this curse and myth 

Now I`m worldwide status on your satilite dish 

Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and pepper 

Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper 

Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch 

From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch 

But I told these boys, never at my house 

Whether it`s the ounce that puts leather on my couch 

A thousand dollas a week, my baby girl`s allowance 

Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts 

No shame 

Welcome to the Dope Game 

This is where we don`t play 

Leave your boys with no brains 

Whoridaz