South Park: Real Gangsta (Chopped & Screwed)

1st verse:
yo yo this one called Real Gangsta ha.
He was a good kid off to elementery,A's and B's and had no enemies,but he saw all the G's as he walked home,couldnt read all the words on the walls though,so many letters was crossed out with x's,he wondered but knew not to ask those questions,no pops and his mom worked to the nail, she managed to buy him some shoes on sale,she didn't know she bought the wrong color,and they stayed in the closet all summer,even though the kid wasn't afialated, he knew what they loved and knew what they hated,now hes in middle school, the same individual, but this is wher things seem to get a bit diffucult, this is the life of a young mexican, verse one done take me to the second one.
chorus: She dont know why, but all she knows ,is that her youngest child is a real gangsta now, you see (x3)


sixth grade, why so much homework,got a pot pie sittin in the stove burnt,mom aint back from her job yet, so he eats it cause thats all he got left,then he plays with his little puppy cinnamon, his last dog was a victim of a hit and run,theres a knock on the door its his homeboy,your moms gone? he pulls out a chrome toy,where'd you get that from? the kid asked,we broke into a house we gotta bunch of shit stashed,we too young they wont let us buy a gat,now if they shoot at us we can fire back,who is they? and why would they blast at me?, cause you from da hood foo this is family
Chorus(x3)
A year later now the kids dickies sag,and his pocket gots a knife and a knickel bag,and the kid that showed him his first gun,got killed last week in a burban,puttin work in, fourty-five jerkin,lucky shot head pop like a virgin,closed casket,touch as you stroll passed it, got his name tatooed on two hoes asses,so he'll still be rememberd often while, his little bitch is gettin hit doggystyle, aint no stopin now, while his moms on the ground ,on her knees prayin please lord not my child, I wanna whatch him smile,he can turn his Pac up loud, he can sleep with his Pit-bull on the couch, and as the kid is listening to her wordz all he can think about is bloody bloody murderz
Chorus to end.