El Jugador Lyrics & Chords By South Park Mexican

-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy?...
-Hey what's up dawg...?
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
[Low G:]
Mi querida, Centro America
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina, La vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuida mi ni'a
Mira, mi jale es la calle
Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle
Sin mi madre me entendiera
Mi familia va primera
Mi bandera era mi guerra
It's whatever, bustin' on cualquiera
Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte
Si te escapas, sera pura suerte.
Capish, understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houstone to Nuevo Leon
3 Bandidos on the microphone
Strike wit chrome, True crime families
Enemies pay, never die happily.
[Frost:]
Assault Rifles, Professional Snipers
Got my rivals shitin' in they diapers
You don't like us, Cool, but don't show it.
Who wanna fuck with this killer slash poet?
I blow it up like NitroGlycerine
You bitches love talkin' out the pot you pissin' in
Chill homes 'cause you ain't that hard
Fraud, flossin' in your own backyard
I'm worldwide, in the 2-Tone lowride
Your girl hide in my seat when you pass by
That's my life HaterHeartBreaker
Life taker, Smile Now, Die Later.
[Phone rings:]
-Dope House Records.
-Man what's up Los? What's up with my bitch snow white?
-She's goin' for 13-5.
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
Capish, understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houstone to Nuevo Leon
3 Bandidos on the microphone
Strike wit chrome, True crime families
Enemies pay, never die happily.
[South Park Mexican:]
I'm in the sport where we import what you snort
Leavin' court, goin' straight to the airport
I don't chase paper, paper chase me
Feds mad tryin' to decide how I break free
Take heed to the roughneck tactics
I got you putos screamin' worse than an actress
In a horror flick He all be flippin' bricks
In this biz, you better be rollin' thick
Holdin' shit down, son ain't no seein' us
My Nina bust, another Human Bein' crushed
Street Genius, so so serious
Your fearin' this, deadly experience.
Capish, understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houstone to Nuevo Leon
3 Bandidos on the microphone
Strike wit chrome, True crime families
Enemies pay, never die happily.
Capish, understand the touch...