The Last Chair Violinist

Southpark Mexican

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    Yo, yo...one time, one time...one time, yo...yo, yo

    One time when I come, two times when I'm done
    Old truck like Sanford and Son
    Next week can't recognize
    On chrome so pretty to the naked eyes
    That's me, on the road again
    This 8 by 10 is closing in
    In the hood I had it all
    And a cold motherfucker with a basketball
    Now I play with prisoners
    And don't nobody trip with us
    Some in Garza, some in Dominguez
    Cops ask, "No speaky English"
    And the holidays are the hardest
    Gotta stay headstrong, regardless
    And you are gonna have your days
    In the place where killas have to pray
    In the place where killas have to pray
    In the place where killas have to pray

    [CHORUS (Carolyn):]
    He is the last chair violinist
    The one who brings hope
    To those who are the last chair violinist
    Whose pain no one knows

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    I seen the pain in the eyes of lonely men
    When can we ever be whole again?
    Without Gina and my kids
    A nigga just don't really wanna live
    But I gotta stay free in my mind
    Eventually hearts freeze doing time
    No love, just respect
    Steel shank touch his neck
    Pick up another casualty
    Put him in the fridge call his family
    And his mom had a dream
    All this would be happenin
    Trafficking to the rapping king
    Everything's unraveling
    Invest in me, it's destiny
    I'll still wreck from the penitentiary
    I'll still wreck from the penitentiary
    I'll still wreck from the penitentiary

    [CHORUS]

    Two hits inhale, homie hold your breath
    This is all the indo that's left
    Watch man, don't let 'em see
    Keep your eyes on the enemy
    He did 20 on 70
    Last game that he played was centipede
    In the world, everything changed
    Look around, things seem strange
    All the kids in gangsta n shit
    Lil young motherfuckers living dangerous
    Claimin this and chunkin that
    Making more moves than a runninback
    Up in prison, he was Christian
    Got no job and his wife is bitching
    So he back on the streets again
    8 months later back in the pen
    8 months later back in the pen
    8 months later back in the pen

    [CHORUS]

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