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Artist/Band:
South Park Mexican
Lyrics for Song: Jackers In My Home
Lyrics for Album: The Last Chair Violinist [2008]
They wipe tears while I wipe finger prints off lead
They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the head
I believe in good times having peace and fun
But I'm still in my room tryna grease my gun
Can't let it get rusty if a shootout brakes
The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed out tapes
And tomorrow's the big day gotta get me my rest
45 G's outta town lick buyin tres
I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't make it
Cause she caught a damn cold and her whole body's achin
And I feel kinda nervous butterflies in my stomach
But I drift off to sleep really thinking nothing of it
Then something wakes me up, and I open my eyes
Somebody's in my house I'm heartbroken cause I
Couldn't tell my mom bye, they finally caught me slippin
I'ma die like a man, homeboy I ain't trippin
CHORUS
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy just ya average tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose the life under the curse
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally going to chuch
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Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams
Red beams in my house, man this sh!*? is so extreme
I saw'em dressed up in all black with the masks
And I knew they was comin for the birds and the cash
So I rolled out my bed , hit da flo and start crawlin
And this is the price that you pay when you ballin
But how did they get the spare key to my crib
It had to be my b!*?#, she gon die if I live
Usually I keep black glock on my dressa
And I'm hearin someone whisper sayin "Los I'ma getcha"
And I'm knowin it's the devil but I pay it no mind
I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine
Gotta make it to the closet where I keep my Mossberg
Slug shot, one hit, never speak another word
Little did I know they had the night vision goggles
When they saw me on the floor, boys squeezed on the throttle
CHORUS
Shots started ranging, I was tumbling and divin
Runnin outta time with my mind on survivin
Dove out the window but I started seeing stars
I forgot last week bought some burglar bars
Now my face is all wet and I know it ain't sweat
A bullet hit my let so I roll to the left
Guess where I was at? Damn right, in the closet
Grabbed the pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit
Them slugs ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back
Saw his right leg flyin and it knocked down my lamp
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army
Now they lookin like pinatas at the end of a party
One was still alive so I start askin questions
He could barely talk spittin blood like venom
He said he had a team and that people would rent'em
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent'em
CHORUS
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| Album Lyrics: The Last Chair Violinist [2008] |
South Park Mexican
"The Last Chair Violinist [2008]"
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