Artist: South Park Mexican f/ Marilyn Rylander, Low G Album: 3rd Wish: To Rock The World Song: Who's Over There Typed by: Ltsjet@aol.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com [South Park Mexican] Yeah I just wanna Say, "I love all you, haters" It's not your fault You was raised to like the smell of shit Us players would like to, smell the roses Chorus: Marilyn Rylander Who's over there No one said that Life was fair You haters come from Everywhere Y'all haters just Because you're scared [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Broken dreams, to be the coke king Everyone asleep except me and the dope fiends 5 A.M. sittin' on the corner The day's gettin' warmer, but my heart's gettin' colder Sold my last boulder, let the storm pass over Never touch my dough I'm only the cash holder Soldier I sleep with one eye open In the land where you see men die, smokin' Let the fry soak in, water, water Hillwood cowboy, fuckin' down the farmer's daughter Street saga Corner store robber Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama Baller My block hotter than lava The wetback In love with my mojada Papa, shit talker, dick dropper SPM, the rap Skyywalker Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Low G] Which road will I travel White sand or hard gravel Fuck a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow I'm in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies Cause I'm chippin' dope, all across the seven seas Low G and the wheeze of the Vo-C At the ranch where my weed plants grow free December 9 A child was born with no heart Since a kid They said I wouldn't go far Ghetto scars, tryin' to keep away from mero bars The jura's hour Fuck Escobar Entity of drogas, I roll with top soldiers If they approach us, I bury those cockroaches Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I ain't start from the bottom I dug myself out a hole Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow Now my snow crystal, my shit primo Toe taggin' haters with a tiny torpedo Desillo Me and my nuts make a good trio I'm the nigga pissin' in my cup for my P.O. Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey In every song, I give a piece of my history This be reality They wanna battle me But that'll be the day Gather up my family Packin' heat Pick 'em up, like a sack of meat Most my niggas dead Or walkin' round with shackled feet We had to eat, you can ask these cops I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks They smoked non-stop I watched as the crack melted I comes real cause I really can't help it Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican] Yeah, this one goes out to all my players You know what I'm sayin' Don't let them haters keep you down, man Besides Anybody who lets a hater get 'em down Ten times out of ten is a hater I ain't trippin' We comin' down, baby, 2000 Just like that