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South Park Mexican( SPM )
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Woodson And Worthing
Yeah, just erase everything, let me do this, huh
This is damn filero, this is damn filero
He on the mothafuckin' what sobrero
The bake hood bring me some bake
Hey filero, pull up bass in this song, man
I don't hear no bass, okay
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
here we go, man
Smoke on the kill, popped up on three wheel
Want another peel, naw nigga I'ma chill
Gone off the X, it's the SP-Mex
Just made two twenty thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak, nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
Out to Houston, that's my damn home
I like to get high, I need a bowl of honeycomb
Man hold 'em up, man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
Down for my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
I'ma throw vato back to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
One in a billion V12 engine
In the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka, peace to Lil' Papa
I be the shit, in Spanish I'm the kaka
I'ma take a picture of your butt naked sister
And my killas got more pliers than wrencha
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Twenty two holes in ya brand new outfit
Freestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck, y'all stupid dumb bitch
In the land of G's smoking QP's
Smoke on kill, I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunked, do what with my thang
Swang, lang, lang in the mothafuckin' brain
Dumb, diddy, dum, did I, did I get dumb?
I'ma get my gun, I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns, I mean the damn ass
I'ma get a glass and than pull up some ras
Mothafuckin' berry with a lil' cherry
My mothafuckin' niggas is so damn very
So dam very mothafuckin' scary
With the mothafuckin' what? What the Dirty Harry?
I'ma say hi to my favorite cities
I don't even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
Whipping boys down with my microphone cord
Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
Straw to the nose, curl up my toes
Selling that cane to them butt naked hoes
Man, I ain't foolish but I do talk to bullets
Better tell ya boys to cool it 'cause I grab it and I pull it, man
As I look up at the sky
My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
As I look up at the sky
My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
Man I put it down, I ain't tryin' to trip
But I talk shit, in the syrup I'ma sip
Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside, ain't no pump
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Trowed from the jump, purple ice in my cup
Man I gotta have it, I ain't lying, I'm in love
With the codeine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crest crump, creep, creep my sterling
Like a whole scene I'm a mothafuckin' hook
Pirex get shooked, I sell dope on foot
I'ma understand, I'ma hustling man
Rock the white sand, wash the white van
Get the fuck out if you see y'all jump out
Undercover cops got their eyes on the south
Just bought a house, never took a louse
Everything I got come from a quarter ounce
That's what I started in the game with
Niggas short stopping at the bunny what ridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the hill
Taking no less than a ten dollar bill
You can have the three five seven dollar pieces
I'ma dress like a feign no gold and no cresses
I got my gun, no time for fun
Is Saturday night slang till I see the sun
Peace to Hulon and the what Tio
Drinking in the plut and my nigga Pancho
Ed Loco and my boy Jimmy Green
Mothafuckin' Ken and my brother Roni
Man can you see? Don't put it pass me
Fuck the R.I.P., I die for my G
In the Orlens way back Scott Plaza
Woodson 'n' worthin' patna 'cause as I
Hillwood hustla, that's my damn click
Where we like to sell bricks and we like to fight pits
I just had puppies but somebody stoled my dogs
I'm telling young niggas I don't call the laws
When I fuckin' catch you I'ma pistol whip you
Man better ask you older brother and sister
Look what you done, I done fell off the subject
Who wanna off my Bananan Republic?
Man, lets hoop at the Cloverland Park
Bough my white teeth from the super Kmart
On this damn mic I go so hard
Forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car, man
As I look up at the sky
My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
As I look up at the sky
My eye start blinking, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' and they break in tryin' to save a dog
Time to reload, shots trough your door
I love fuckin' action, I can never say no
Duce doubled O, duce till I go
I wanna act dumb like I did one's before
Like toe to toe, any day low
But if it know minute gone strike at the show
Pack mack eleven, drink chronic seven
Fuck it, Low G, my last name is 187
Shit is getting hectic, thug and convicted
They all want my dope 'cause my shit is so addicted
I'm down for my Lana, my shit is pure scama
I'm riding on my low, low banging screwed up Santana
What y'all think, me and Low G wouln't ride together no more?
My boy working on shit getting it right
Coming this year 2002, this is for all the momies
But fuck y'all if y'all can't make tamales
Man, this is for all my niggas, I'm drunk
Nigga, I got the hiccups and it rhymes, huh
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