We Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics - South Park

[SPM] 

Master minded, boys get blinded 

Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it 

Oh never mind it's right here 

Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere 

Dear diary: my hood is so firery 

I remember when no one would hire me 

used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery 

A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me 

sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas 

take my niggas out to Ninfas, 

I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas 

the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges, 

close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless 

Forever armed and dangerous 

Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood 

I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love 

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[Chorus] 

[Rasheed & SPM] 

On fire 

"We ain't goin' nowhere" 

Hell nah homeboy 

"We ain't goin' nowhere" 

No way, no how 

"We ain't goin' nowhere" 

So fuck what you thought 

"We ain't goin' nowhere" 

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[Rasheed] 

Here we go, 

It's them soldiers from the ghetto 

the "mero mero's" 

Rasheed puffing on golden pedals 

Acapulco style Colombians from mi end 

hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em 

crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey) 

{but that leavin' might}? 

that I'ma love her so much 

when the hustlin' get behind her 

These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action 

assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions 

You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends 

be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end 

Independent disposal is world wide 

Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers 

slide (slide, slide,slide) 

Purity assure me the highest quality 

I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot 

I carry a hit from my head to the planet 

global, on my mobile, my click forever known 

[Chorus] 

[SPM] 

In God we trust, 

Partna, ain't no bossin' us 

I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus 

but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges 

I guess I got my three wishes 

To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope 

Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope 

I tag cities up, run right through 'em 

other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin' 

I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems 

I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens 

Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts 

You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks 

but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit 

You mad 'cause your house costs as much as my bracelet 

I'd rather die, then work for the man 

No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans 

[Chorus x2]