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Artist/Band:
South Park Mexican
Lyrics for Song: Riddla On Da Roof
Lyrics for Album: Hustle Town [1998]
[Chorus: Robin]
He's a riddla aaaaaaaa
The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa
[Verse 1: SPM
Silently
I receive my degree
I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry
Like the weed my brain buzzin like a bee
Flyin free I only fear sobriety
Shife police
Raiding my privacy
We settle outta court
They take my bribery
Finally I let this irony inspire me
They dying violently
Really jus tryin to be
Society denying me
So my propriety
Is flippin ghetto ivory
Oh my dear diary
My hood is fiery and
They admire me
Will I die a G or will I build a fukin dynasty
[Chorus: Robin]
Repeat 4x
[Bridge: Rasheed]
It's the riddla on the roof
Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth
It's the riddla on the roof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Repeat 2x
[Rasheed talking]
Yeah that's right it's ya boy Rasheed
All the way from the North Philadelphia ghettos
To the South Park slums
Representin in that Dope House with my man
The South Park Mexican
Say Los break these boys off once again
[Verse 2: SPM]
It's that vato
Convo you know how the song go
Get my freak on so
Watch for Sancho
Pronto
Buckin Like a bronco
Turn him to a John Doe
I make ya body need bondo
I stomp hoes
Pop pop those hallows
A hard act to follow
A fool named Carlos
Ya know my matto
"Don't act like a star bro"
If ya talk don't pay ya damn car note
And although it's almost tomorrow
Cept for sorrow
Cause dope be a rap they can borrow
or swallow or follow
Back to mi lago
Emcees hollerin bravo
Getting smoked like a Marlboro
[Chorus: Robin]
Repeat 4x
[Bridge: Rasheed]
Repeat 2x
[Verse 3: SPM]
Ain't no sympathy in the street
It's either him or me
Officially he the man that can get with me
Nigga please
My trigga squeeze come like the killer bees
Figure these the last days why stick wit G's
Initially my millimi make em history
Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly
Spill the beans and get in between my guillotine
Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine
Sippin lean it all started with the triple beam
Competition tell me
Are you listening?
It's the king
Livin life like Pistol Pete
With missle heat
That'll leave yo body incomplete
Epitomy of a mental facility
I take ya nuts and hang em on my Christmas tree
Simpily I don't slip but I'm slippery
Unseen like the Entity
Really be sick of beef
I disagree wit ya trickery
Blast like Yosemite
Smoke em like hickory
Industry
Ya fixin to see my embassy
Critically acclaimed forever yo mystery
[Chorus: Robin]
Repeat 4x
[Bridge: Rasheed]
Repeat 2x
[Rasheed]
A tooth for a tooth
A tooth for a tooth
[Robin]
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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