Lyrics:
on the head
Of every border patrol
Where the smugglers do business
That's where I make a stand
I know this old desert
Like the back of my hand
I see
Whoa the constellation she points to Gate Eleven,
That's where you got your connections
Let me take a look inside my magic book,
I don't think
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
(Whistling)
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind
of a shadow
Holding demons at bay it's just the border they say
It was Mexican soldiers out of a black Humvee
With their guns to their shoulders aimed at my
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind
)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind
it up and rechop it
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2 South Park Mexican]
Smoking smelly
Put a hole in your belly
You wan't to test us oh really
Got a call
slangaz and they stack that paper
we screamin' YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of blaze
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
cashin'
Follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
thinkin'?
She snuck out one night
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate
slangaz and they stack that paper
we screamin' YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of blaze
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
cashin'
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
Ready for the world's game, this is my Olympics
We make 'em say ho 'cause the game's so pimpish
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
I insisted
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
felon ya bitch
From the cold hearted streets of the LBC
To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P
See, real niggas recognize
nothing to rob me a liquor store
Syrup, I'm drinking it by the four
The devil be all up in my soul, bitch
South Park said I'm 'bout to lose my mind
South
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
South Park
Or Martin Luther King
Where the youngers sling dope
By the swings
They tryn'a be kings
The only way to do it is the queen
I'm so proud
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
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