Filthy Rich
South Park Mexican Lyrics
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It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my nigga still gettin' too fucked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I felt
Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
I bought a club and they filled up with envy
Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
My little baby-girl just turned 6
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
she gets what she wants so does her mama
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But my babies I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesn't think I don't want to be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray dat she won't be like I was
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
Playa hataz want to play me close
Do you really want to meet Carlos?
Do you really want to feel my wrath?
Mad 'cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't want to fuck yo' hoe
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
Started out with a silly game of footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris
When I was broke I would dream about this
Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
I don't know her name but she's showin mad love
I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
All alone in another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone,
Ye-e-e-eah.
This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...
The song "Filthy Rich" by South Park Mexican talks about the ups and downs of being wealthy. The song begins by describing the rapper's studio and how it smells like ten ashtrays. The following lines talk about how his friends get too drunk and how he smokes too many blunts. The rapper acknowledges that haters will always try to bring him down, and his mother will constantly worry about him. Additionally, he reflects on the pain he has felt, even though he now drives a fancy car.
The second verse talks about the rapper's daughter and how he wants to provide for her. However, he worries that she doesn't understand the value of money. The rapper also laments that he doesn't get to spend as much time with her as he would like to. He mentions how his father left him as a child and hopes that his daughter won't experience the same pain.
The final verse is about the rapper's experience with women. He talks about how play haters want to be around him to meet women. He acknowledges that he has had sexual experiences with some of these women but emphasizes that family is more important than superficial things like jewelry and expensive cars. An "old G" tells him that being "filthy rich" can lead to dying alone if family isn't a priority.
Overall, the song provides an honest and somewhat cautionary perspective on wealth and the importance of family.
Line by Line Meaning
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
Life is monotonous and mundane
my studio smells like ten ash trays
I smoke too many cigarettes
my nigga still gettin' too fucked up
My friend is still struggling with addiction
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
I smoke too much weed
Haters always gon' run they mouth
People will always talk behind your back
And keep tryin' to take me out
People are always trying to bring me down
Mama always gonna worry herself
My mother is always concerned for me
And me I can't forget the pain I felt
I still carry emotional pain from my past experiences
Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
Despite the car I drive, people still doubt me
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
People question my success and think I'm faking it
I bought a club and they filled up with envy
People are jealous of my success
Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free
People are angry that they have to pay to get into my club
New enemies still poppin' up
I continue to make enemies
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I still carry a gun and remain violent
I walk in and the whole club stands still
People notice when I enter a room
More money more problems that's real
Having more money comes with more problems
My little baby-girl just turned 6
My daughter just turned six years old
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
I gave her the best I could give
she gets what she wants so does her mama
I spoil my daughter and her mother
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
They don't understand the importance of money
fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
Attractive women are riding in my limousine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
I long for simpler times
But my babies I miss my children
I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
My children mean more to me than anything
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
My daughter teases me, calling me "Fat-boy" and saying I'm crazy
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
My daughter doesn't understand when I have to leave
Hope she doesn't think I don't want to be wit her
I hope my daughter knows that I want to be with her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
It hurts me to be away from her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
Being with her makes me happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
I'm not always able to attend her piano lessons
When I was young my ol' man left us
My father left us when I was a child
And I pray dat she won't be like I was
I don't want my daughter to experience what I did
Playa hataz want to play me close
People who dislike me want to get close to me
Do you really want to meet Carlos?
Are you trying to confront me?
Do you really want to feel my wrath?
Do you want to experience my anger?
Mad 'cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
People are angry that women want my autograph
Nigga I don't want to fuck yo' hoe
I'm not interested in having sex with the women who are interested in me
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
I'm not interested in sex, but I still enjoy the attention
Started out with a silly game of footsie
It began as a flirtatious game
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
Now her behavior has become more promiscuous
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris
I smoke marijuana and drink expensive champagne
When I was broke I would dream about this
I used to dream about having this lifestyle when I was broke
Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
Being pampered in a large bathtub is a luxury
I don't know her name but she's showin mad love
I don't know her well, but she's giving me a lot of attention
I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
I'm carrying a lot of cash
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
My expensive jewelry is stored under the lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
I'm getting tired and everyone needs to leave
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
I'm alone in bed once again
All alone in another city
I'm isolated in a new city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
My champagne cost $950
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
I spent $2000 on Don Perignon champagne
It was just me and the hoes was free
I was alone, but surrounded by women
Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone
Despite my wealth, family is more important and I'm still lonely
This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...
An older gangster advised me that wealth doesn't bring happiness and he died alone
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on Mexican Radio
Corrected - thanks Angel
Angel
on Mexican Radio
The song "Mexican Radio" by South Park Mexican is an autobiographical song that reflects his journey from a street thug to a successful rapper. The song starts with him giving a shout out to his homies at the radio station, and then SPM brags about his success, like cruising in roll Cadillacs, smoking weed, and losing two grand shooting craps at a casino. He then talks about his old friend who is in jail and asks for his three kids to look after. He describes the friends routine in jail, "wake up at 5 AM for fruit loops, draped in white overalls and black boots". SPM talks about his life on the streets, from running around town with a sack of rocks to wearing matching polo shirts with socks. He promises his mom that he'll grow up someday and become an astronaut.
In the chorus, SPM proudly declares that he's on the Mexican radio and repeats it several times. The second verse starts with him talking about his dad, who represents Texas and how his haters are just jealous of his success. He then talks about hustling and making money through bird flipping, and how everybody knows that his back is not dry. He reveals that his life is like a tumbleweed, and he's trying to dodge death and jail. He also mentions his car's muffler falling out and how people laughed at him. In the third verse, SPM brags about his wealth, buying cribs on the side of lakes, and having a waterproof gun while swimming. He asks the reverend to pray for him when he dies, and he amusingly counts his car's TVs, which are 11. The song ends with SPM giving another shout out to his buddies and his signature sign off.