"The S.O.N." lyrics
(feat. Karen Goh)
[South Park Mexican:]
I will charge you like batteries
Fill you up with something that ain't got no calories
I take half a key and flip it like a pancake
An alcoholic, you can tell 'cause my hands shake
My brain half-baked and my heart frozen stiff
My chosen gift got pushed off an ocean cliff
My gloomy styles put a nigga in a roomy house
Time passed, take a look where they put me now
I'll be home soon, let me do these thousand months
Then pick me up in a limo full of Crown and blunts
All my life full of struggle and trouble
She was missing on my house like the Discovery shuttle
Is it hope for Los? Man, I just can't call it
Doing push-ups in my cell with my homie Mohammed
He a Muslim, I'm a Christian, but it make no difference
Neither one of us will get a fucking thing for Christmas
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
[South Park Mexican:]
The dreams that I had fell apart with time
On the corner posted up like the March of Dimes
When I start to rhyme, people start to listen
South Park, where you ain't too smart for prison
Got a heartless vision, it's a heart condition
Pull a gun, never run, let it spark and twist 'em
My apartments isn't just your average place
You can walk to the laundromat and catch a case
Or be last in place, another ghetto kid
Then done hit one lick and buy a Benz '06
It's a crazy spot and every day it's hot
Where the pimps getting paid, but his ladies not
Where the daughters are dying and the mama's are crying
And the sons and the son facing all this time
And the bottom line is, if you slip just once
You could do about a thousand and fifteen months
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
[South Park Mexican:]
Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song
This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong
I was raised two blocks from a all-day corner
Born in the storm, I'm the son of Norma
Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song
This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong
I was raised two blocks from a all-day corner
I forgot my dad's name, but my mom named Norma
Has your car antenna ever disappeared in the night?
He wasn't tryna be mean, he just needed a pipe
One thing about a dope fiend, they always chasing
That high that will never satisfy the craving
Nobody will save 'em, gotta pray for help
But where's hope when they don't wanna save themselves?
All the money was filthy and the feelings were guilty
Why the fuck you think I drank 'til it almost killed me?
The real, they feel me, and the rest of 'em love it
Guess the life of a G is an interesting subject
And I'm like, fuck it, I just rap how I live it
I'm the king of Houston, a lot of niggas hate to admit it
I bust first, no questions, fuck with Blacks and Mexicans
Some real white boys that will kill like Chechens
[?], Koreans, I'm wrapped in Indian skin
I give a fuck about race, I let real niggas in
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
I will charge you like batteries
Fill you up with something that ain't got no calories
I take half a key and flip it like a pancake
An alcoholic, you can tell 'cause my hands shake
My brain half-baked and my heart frozen stiff
My chosen gift got pushed off an ocean cliff
My gloomy styles put a nigga in a roomy house
Time passed, take a look where they put me now
I'll be home soon, let me do these thousand months
Then pick me up in a limo full of Crown and blunts
All my life full of struggle and trouble
She was missing on my house like the Discovery shuttle
Is it hope for Los? Man, I just can't call it
Doing push-ups in my cell with my homie Mohammed
He a Muslim, I'm a Christian, but it make no difference
Neither one of us will get a fucking thing for Christmas
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
[South Park Mexican:]
The dreams that I had fell apart with time
On the corner posted up like the March of Dimes
When I start to rhyme, people start to listen
South Park, where you ain't too smart for prison
Got a heartless vision, it's a heart condition
Pull a gun, never run, let it spark and twist 'em
My apartments isn't just your average place
You can walk to the laundromat and catch a case
Or be last in place, another ghetto kid
Then done hit one lick and buy a Benz '06
It's a crazy spot and every day it's hot
Where the pimps getting paid, but his ladies not
Where the daughters are dying and the mama's are crying
And the sons and the son facing all this time
And the bottom line is, if you slip just once
You could do about a thousand and fifteen months
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
[South Park Mexican:]
Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song
This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong
I was raised two blocks from a all-day corner
Born in the storm, I'm the son of Norma
Don't cry when I'm gone, just get high to my song
This is my truth, I apologize if it's wrong
I was raised two blocks from a all-day corner
I forgot my dad's name, but my mom named Norma
Has your car antenna ever disappeared in the night?
He wasn't tryna be mean, he just needed a pipe
One thing about a dope fiend, they always chasing
That high that will never satisfy the craving
Nobody will save 'em, gotta pray for help
But where's hope when they don't wanna save themselves?
All the money was filthy and the feelings were guilty
Why the fuck you think I drank 'til it almost killed me?
The real, they feel me, and the rest of 'em love it
Guess the life of a G is an interesting subject
And I'm like, fuck it, I just rap how I live it
I'm the king of Houston, a lot of niggas hate to admit it
I bust first, no questions, fuck with Blacks and Mexicans
Some real white boys that will kill like Chechens
[?], Koreans, I'm wrapped in Indian skin
I give a fuck about race, I let real niggas in
[Karen Goh:]
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
Our love is the kind that won't fall, tear or fail you
I'll go the struggle and I want to tell you
No matter the strength of the storm, we are stronger
I know that the son will arise
The son of Norma
