Graveyards ["remix"] Lyrics - South Park

[Verse 1: SPM] 

Now spread the word 

I got them Pricks on the dead end streets 

And watch them jump out boys 

Cause they rollin ten deep 

Creepy crawlin the night 

Ya know the deal 

on the muthafuckin Hill 

We all strapped to kill 

Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases 

Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces 

How the fuck I'm suppoesed to come up 

Of a shy move 

Run up on a twenty and go get yo ass an ice cube 

It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass 

Jus understand the roughness 

Never cut for the gutless 

Cause it's do or die 

You ask 

Who am I? 

That mama heartbreaker ever since junior high 

in Eye of the public 

The Brown be a suspect 

So the streets taught me to be loveless 

Causin rawkus 

In a dope fiends bucket 

My two favorite subjects were 

Shut it and fuck it 

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[Chorus: SPM] 

The night shift 

Young hustlers workin grave yards 

The night shift 

Street soldiers workin grave yards 

My nine be 

Beside me 

Tonight we 

Work the night shift 

My nine be 

Beside me 

Tonight we 

Work the night shift 

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[Verse 2: Pimpstress] 

It's yo midnight mistress 

Playa named Pimpstress 

I keep it crunk handle up on my business 

Queen of the your click 

Fiend for my shit 

I'm soft and corrupt 

Sixteen in my clip 

Smoking black and miles 

You can't cramp my style 

Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile 

Tonight 

We whoride 

In the moonlight 

My feria ruka sounds like the fuckin 4th of july 

Fools die 

Fuckin wit my feria 

Daddy streaks wanna marry ya 

then bury ya 

Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine 

The three devils daughters deep in the dope game 

So strange 

True G's won't change 

Close range 

Left ya boys wit no brains 

Street zombies 

Takin out posses 

Dangerous hobbies 

Jus call me 

[Chorus: SPM] 

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[Verse 3: SPM] 

Alone in my home 

Cock my gats 

I'm known for my dope so I watch for jacks 

Keep out burglar 

Come on in 

Bring all yo men let the games begin 

Pumpin em in the cheek man I 

Hot shots comin out my banana 

Got plans like Santa Anna 

Got balls like Tony Montana 

Trick or treat 

smeel my heat 

Hear my muthafuckin drum beats 

Don't believe the tales from my hood? 

Come see 

This ain't no joke you can smoke 

This ain't no wonderland 

I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand 

I pop mine 

With a glock nine 

Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign 

Be the one never 

You come I come better 

Bring yo umbrella 

I bring the rough weather 

Pleasure one pleasure 

Choppin up chedder 

Your whole crew get done by one fella 

[Chorus: SPM] 

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