Текст песне : South Park Mexican. Hustle Town. Riddla On Da Roof.

[Chorus: Robin]
He's a riddla aaaaaaaa
The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa
What nigga?

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
Silently
I receive my degree
I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry
Like the weed my brain buzzin' like a bee
Flyin' free I only fear sobriety
Shy police
Invadin' my privacy
We set alot in court
They take my bribery
Finally I let this irony inspire me
They dyin' violently
Really just tryin' to be
Society denyin' me
So my probity
Is flippin' ghetto ivory
Oh my dear diary
My hood is firey
They admire me.
Will I die a G or build a fuckin' dynasty?

[Chorus x4: Robin]

[Breakdown: Rasheed]
It's the Riddla' On Da Roof
Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth
It's the Riddla' On Da Roof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth. [x2]

[Rasheed talking:]
Yeah that's right it's your boy Rasheed
All the way from the North Philadelphia ghettos
To the South Park slums
Representin' in that Dope House with my man
The South Park Mexican
Say Los break these fools off once again.

[Verse 2: SPM]
It's that vato with convo
You know how the song go
Keep my freak on so
Watch for Santo
Pronto
Buck 'em Like a bronco
Turn him to a John Doe
I make your body need bondo
I stomp hoes
Pop pop those hallows
A hard act to follow
A fool named Carlos
Y'all know my matto
"Don't act like a star bro"
If you talk don't pay your damn car note
& although it's almost tomorrow
Cept for sorrow
Cause don't be a rap they can borrow
I swallow a ballo
Back to me lago
& G's hollerin' bravo
Gettin' smoked like a Marlbro.

[Chorus x2: Robin]

[Breakdown x2: Rasheed]

[Verse 3: SPM]
Ain't no sympathy in the street
It's either him or me
Officially he the man that can get with me
Nigga please
My trigger squeeze come the killer bees
Figure these the last days why stick wit G's
Initially my millimi make 'em history
Clinically approved to kill that ass instanly
Spill the beans & get in between my guillotine
As Bitches fiend for my dope like nicotine
Sippin' lean it all started with the triple beam
Competion tell me.
Are you listening?
It's the king
Livin' life like Pistol Pete
With me so heat
That'll leave yo' body incomplete
Epidemy of a mental facility
I take your nuts & hang 'em on my Christmas tree
Simpily I don't slip but I'm slippery
Unseen like the n-tity
Really be sick of beat
I disagree wit your trickery
Blast like Yosemite
Smoke 'em like hickory
Industry
Your fittin' to see my embassy
Critically acclaimed forever yo' mystery.

[Robin:]
He's a Riddla'.
He's a Riddla'.
[Bridge x2: Rasheed]

[Breakdown: Rasheed]
It's the Riddla' On Da Roof
Rose from the bottom came to speak the truth.
It's the Riddla' On Da Roof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth. [x2]

[Rasheed:]
A tooth for a tooth.
For a tooth.
[Robin:]
He's a Riddla'.
Riddla'.
Riddla'.
The muthafuckin' Riddla'.
Oh.

He's a Riddla'.
Riddla'.
The muthafuckin' Riddla'.
Riddla'.


(Thanks to miketorres1991 for correcting these lyrics)