Don't Let Them Foolya Lyrics - Time Is Money - South Park

Baby beesh and grimm [chorus 2x] 

Don't let them foolya 

We just come to school ya 

Glory glory haleloya 

No red against no blue 

You know you know 

Verse 1 [baby beesh] 

Now you livin that fast track 

Chasin that ass crack 

I be making my money fucking with the jones and nasdaq 

We be blowin on fat sacks 

And cacthing amnesia with these heaters 

Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters 

You know that violence interupts my dope trade 

I just do the herb no cocaine 

Don't be afraid boy 

To be all about your bread boy 

But wacth the devil cuase the devil he's decoy 

Destroy all the hate in your veins 

Count your change and rearrange 

Them games is played out man 

Them dirty macks they to stop me but I'm a player profit 

I get the dope cook it up and rechop it 

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[chorus] 2x 

Verse 2 [south park mexican] 

Smoking smelly 

Put a hole in your belly 

You wan't to test us oh really 

Got a call on my celley 

They wan't to bury us 

You fucking haters sound halerious 

The I turn the brave into the sariest 

Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious 

Thuggish ruggish million dollar budgets 

I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets 

My future is clear just like a shot of vodka 

I got love from corrpitos to uganda 

If you jelous listen up fellas 

It's no problem to show you where hell is 

[chorus] 2x 

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Verse 3 [rasheed] 

While some niggas is stickin with ya 

Your murder is being choreographed 

Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath 

After the last laugh 

When the mutherfuckers smoke clears 

Niggas broke hear 

Choking hanging like chandliers 

I bust at the man in the mirror 

Making my face crack 

Replace that rasheed dope house killa 

Keep it coming back or running back 

With a ball and chain in my hand 

Ain't no substain 

The man with the vision of the galexy span 

Verse 4 [low g] 

Respect that 

It's the million dollar wetback 

In jet black 

You cross my line and get your head cracked 

Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy 

Don't sweat me boy 

Ya tu sabes donde estoy 

I'm on the hunt g 

The only street with the palm tree's 

It's low g 

I only rap about what's done g 

You can't stop me 

Came to your city on a donkey 

The slavea I'm bringing back the wet flava 

[chorus] 2x 

[south park mexican] 

He's on crack 

She's on snow 

He's so old he can't fuck no mo 

She's a whore he's a snicth 

Most of my niggas dying over a bicth