Vogues Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

No...This is my last--how much time we got? 

Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud you seem--haha, 

like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that--hahaha 

In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper 

Fired My Receptionist cause she a slow typer 

Candy green Viper with the white striper 

Choppin down Scott, slicer and dicer 

Keep my wrist iced up just like my white cup 

Ass on the tight buck bought Pop a nice truck 

Bang, Spice I round my neck a phyton 

Pack a four pound, ''do you wanna die'' gun 

Puff like a dragon, slab cdillc Broughm 

Stack cash in the back of a Crack home 

Wrec'em till da outro,show em' how the south go 

Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo 

No Blues or red that's leaving fools dead 

Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw Said 

Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park 

Have you ever seen a nigga jus freak a Skylark? 

[Chorus] 

Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon' 

Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne, 

I was a neighborhood drug dealer 

Hillwood High life fuckin blood spilla 

In it for the money and not much else 

Picked up a pen and I struck wealth 

I was travelin to different cities, differeent hoods 

Sometimes in Arenas, Sometimes in the woods 

Met a lot of fans that I never knew had 

I get lil gifts and I give 'em to dad 

He puts'em in a room with all my old trophies 

Things he looks at cause he ain't got no stories 

Of me growin up as a kid on Corl Street 

He left to the store and now were four deep 

Came back ten years later 

Mom there's a man outside, is he a neighbor? 

He said he lived in our house a long time ago 

That's your dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go 

[Chorus] 

Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon' 

Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne, 

Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces 

So I had to open up seven Dope Houses 

Cadillac Bounces, started makin thousands 

Draped up in 3 thousands outfits 

Everybody happy, laws tryin to trap me 

Pissed cause I quit and started comin up rapping 

Higher than some scaffolding,sipping, laughing 

Stayin on my toes like them hoes that be tapping 

I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper 

In my jag trippin out on Zoolander 

Play fastball but I move kinda slow 

With some lil freaks , y'all must be from Idaho 

I think im from Ohio, cause im kinda high yo 

I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though 

Killin brain cells really isn't cool 

That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052l. 

Yep...that's me...blowin weed with my grandpa watchin uhh...yo 

[Chorus] 

Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon' 

Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,