Iatola Lyrics - South Park

[Verse 1] 

I'm meetin up with the governor 

3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla 

Comin straight out the head though 

From the brain representin my ghetto 

Its a trip how they die young 

In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood 

Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover 

Pink soda mind of a noter 

Lean on my shoulder slang coca 

20 g'z on my team Villanova 

Blow marijuana in the sauna 

While my niggas move dope on the corner 

V-12 motor vida loca 

Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha 

Fat sweet roller in my trocka 

And my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her 

Copa Cabana thankin Santa 

For the keyboard that came wit the sampler 

Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on 

She wit me 'cause I am the champion 

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[Verse 2] 

Its the same ol story though 

Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe 

Its the sign of the times man 

By second thank God that I'm alive man 

Peace to my dead g's 

Fell short trying to stack up they benjis 

In the midst and the fog 

Boys wanna squab 

All on my dick like corn on the cob 

You aint shit but a job for one of my killers 

How many niggas must die by the trigga 

Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder 

Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer 

No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager 

I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you 

In the gutter for the fuck of it 

Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership 

And haters they can suck a dick 

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[Verse 3] 

So this what it came to yall the same crew 

Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue 

But I dont gangbang I claim no color 

She lost her son what if that was your mother 

I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac 

And I support foundations like LULAC 

I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman 

That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman 

Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher 

I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers 

1986 wasnt making hits 

I was chasing chicks having bad relationships 

Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches 

Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious 

I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious 

Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions