South Park - Comin' Up Comin' Down Lyrics

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Chorus:

Comin' up comin' down

That g in h-town

South bound as i clown

Come around blaze a pound

(x4)

First verse:

Well let me jump in this funk with a pump and fake

Give me five funky dollars you can bump my tape

'cause my flow come reala than a dealer servin' killa

Ain't nobody trilla still a body chilla

Feel a millimeter comin' quicker than a cheetah

Me drop you on your peta

Then snatch your senorita

I be the creepa back street sweeper

Want a pound of reefer hit me on my beeper

Leaf of tha ganga make me really want'cha

Dip me up in water fried with me sauncha

Got'cha me glock pop pop on your drop top

Tha way i dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch

Drop a pig i can dig deep in your terrordome

Smoke on my square alone don't know one care at home

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Pair of chrome gats blow backs on tha sidewalk

I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in your body party-hearty

Lodi dodi carley your daddy smoke like bob marley

Sorry i'm hardly the one you should learn from

Everywhere i turn somebody wanna burn one

It's the cursed son worse than the first one

When me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse

'cause i shoot'em in the booty man local hillwoodian

Choppin' on a cookie mama put me in the looney bin

Could have been a better man up in neverneverland

Jesus's helpin' hand reason this record jam

Never ran never will

Still chill in hillwood

Damn sure feel good

Livin' in a real hood

Chorus

Second verse:

Now you can work on knees

You can jack for keys

I cut my cheese

And get t stackin' g's

Drinkin' daquiri's and ain't no jackin' these

I got slack in the front and the back of me

It's a tragedy i was raised on streets

Blazed on sweets and sprayed posses

Costly profession learned my lesson

Bout' impressin' my click with smith & wesson

Addressin' ghetto issues

When i sold me crack had me mom goin' through a box of tissues

But if i was in his shoes i'd probably still lose

It's in my blood to kill fools

Him choose death when he disrespect

Inject my tec and then i press eject

The mex will check any clique that trips

It don't make sense talkin' lip to clips

Which way to run where do you hide?

Boo-yah! ooh y'all almost died

Now take a ride with me through the deep blue sky

Here take a hit let me get you high

Chorus

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