[First Verse:]
My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same
It sounds like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send this
Ripping through tendons I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I gots to break them off
[Chorus:]
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas gotta beg,
Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a fuckin' K,
I'm blastin' some asses
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas gotta beg,
Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a fuckin' K,
I'm blastin' some asses
[Second Verse:]
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge cuz them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away
We dealin' cuz we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane
Very same song sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either
Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway high
Don't reply cuz me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk
[Chorus]
[Third Verse:]
Stop short in your tracks
Gats got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically inclined
Look behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run with no gun
That be a nigga slow guns
So roll one of them sweets
Chug-a-lug on the eightball
And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
And haters might fall
[Chorus]
Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
3rd Wish Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Grimm, Marilyn Rylander)
[First Verse (SPM):]
Another deadly ceremony,
In a sacred territory,
It was all done for the glory,
You bitches ain't got nothin' for me
O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D
Live the life of the lowly,
Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies,
Show me the way out, stayin' ready for anything under the sun,
Under the moon, under the stars, God I'm lookin' for somewhere to run
Dumpin' my gun, as soon as I'm done,
Leavin' 'em numb, with one in his lung,
Livin' fast and dyin' young, always business never for fun
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you want
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you need
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
[Second Verse (SPM):]
Bussin' our teflon, at the red dawn,
I ain't fuckin' with nothin', get stepped on
The purest, I'm the surest, playin' a tourist walkin' through Saigon,
Been a hustler servin' up big bricks,
And livin' my life to hit licks,
Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick
Stamina cannot be duplicated,
Bite on the dust, you get faded,
So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related
Open up, open up your dopehouses
Turning you men into mouses
Saggin' my burgendy trousers,
Letting you know how the South is
[Chorus]
[Bridge One (Grimm & SPM):]
[phone rings]
[SPM:] "Dopehouse Records"
[Grimm:] "Say man Los, man it ain't go right man, I'ma tell you man, Lil' Drugs
dead man."
[SPM:] "What?"
[Grimm:] "Yeah, he's dead man"
[SPM:] "Fuck"
[Grimm:] "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don't
look good bro, it don't look good, he bleedin' bad. We can't go to the
hospital man, we ain't goin' to the hospital."
[SPM:] "Yeah"
[Grimm:] "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."
[SPM:] "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil' Drugs?"
[Grimm:] "I'm sure man, he's gone baby, he's gone. We gotta get these
muthafuckas."
[SPM:] "Alright, hurry up."
[ends phone conversation, SPM starts talking to himself]
[SPM:] "Okay, this is it, I've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but
what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
[Third Verse (SPM):]
I'm back once again for revenge,
In an all-black bulletproof Benz,
How will I get 'em? It just depends,
Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,
Here ye, here ye, sincerely,
Why so many haters fear me?
Dearly departed, y'all started some shit, and struck but couldn't come near me
We're the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin' the top notch properties,
Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin' nobody's apologies
Follow me how do we master the first jack?
Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,
H-Town's where I'm doin' my dirt at,
Robbin' you hoes on horseback
[Chorus]
[First Verse (SPM):]
Another deadly ceremony,
In a sacred territory,
It was all done for the glory,
You bitches ain't got nothin' for me
O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D
Live the life of the lowly,
Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies,
Show me the way out, stayin' ready for anything under the sun,
Under the moon, under the stars, God I'm lookin' for somewhere to run
Dumpin' my gun, as soon as I'm done,
Leavin' 'em numb, with one in his lung,
Livin' fast and dyin' young, always business never for fun
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you want
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you need
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
[Second Verse (SPM):]
Bussin' our teflon, at the red dawn,
I ain't fuckin' with nothin', get stepped on
The purest, I'm the surest, playin' a tourist walkin' through Saigon,
Been a hustler servin' up big bricks,
And livin' my life to hit licks,
Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick
Stamina cannot be duplicated,
Bite on the dust, you get faded,
So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related
Open up, open up your dopehouses
Turning you men into mouses
Saggin' my burgendy trousers,
Letting you know how the South is
[Chorus]
[Bridge One (Grimm & SPM):]
[phone rings]
[SPM:] "Dopehouse Records"
[Grimm:] "Say man Los, man it ain't go right man, I'ma tell you man, Lil' Drugs
dead man."
[SPM:] "What?"
[Grimm:] "Yeah, he's dead man"
[SPM:] "Fuck"
[Grimm:] "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don't
look good bro, it don't look good, he bleedin' bad. We can't go to the
hospital man, we ain't goin' to the hospital."
[SPM:] "Yeah"
[Grimm:] "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."
[SPM:] "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil' Drugs?"
[Grimm:] "I'm sure man, he's gone baby, he's gone. We gotta get these
muthafuckas."
[SPM:] "Alright, hurry up."
[ends phone conversation, SPM starts talking to himself]
[SPM:] "Okay, this is it, I've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but
what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
[Third Verse (SPM):]
I'm back once again for revenge,
In an all-black bulletproof Benz,
How will I get 'em? It just depends,
Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,
Here ye, here ye, sincerely,
Why so many haters fear me?
Dearly departed, y'all started some shit, and struck but couldn't come near me
We're the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin' the top notch properties,
Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin' nobody's apologies
Follow me how do we master the first jack?
Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,
H-Town's where I'm doin' my dirt at,
Robbin' you hoes on horseback
[Chorus]
Thursday, December 18, 2008
El Jugador (the Player) Lyrics By South Park Mexican
-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy?...
-Hey wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
[Verse 1]
Mi querida... Centro America
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi nina
Mira, mi jale es la calle
Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle
Si mi madre me entendiera
Mi familia va primera
Mi bandera era mi guerra
Es whateva bustin no cualquiera
Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte
Si te escapas sera pura suerte...
[Chorus:]
Capish understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York que es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houston to Nuevo Leon
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with crome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
[Verse 2]
Assault riffles, professional snipers
Got my rival, shittin in they die
You don't like us cool, but don't show it
Who wanna fuck with this killers slash poet
I blow with duss, like nitro-gliset
You bitches, love talkin' off a pot you piss in
Chill homes, cause you ain't that hard
Faud, frossin' in your own backyard
I'm world wide in the two tone blow ride
You grow high, they might seen it
Baby that's my life hater, heart breaker
Life taker smile now, cry later...
-Dope House Records
-Man What's up "LOS"
-up with my bitch Snow White
-She's going for 13-5
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in the sport, where we import
What you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport
I don't chase people, people chase me
Fez math, on da side, how I brake free
Take he, to the rough neck taktis
I got you putos screamin worse than an actress
In a horror flik, he'll be fallin brick
In this biz you better be rollin thick
Holdin shit down son ain't no seein' us
My nina Buss, another uman bein crushed
Street genious, so, so serious
Your fairness, deedly experience...
[Chorus]
Kapeesh understand the touch......
-Hey wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
[Verse 1]
Mi querida... Centro America
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la vida es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi nina
Mira, mi jale es la calle
Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle
Si mi madre me entendiera
Mi familia va primera
Mi bandera era mi guerra
Es whateva bustin no cualquiera
Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte
Si te escapas sera pura suerte...
[Chorus:]
Capish understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L.A. to Nueva York que es puro amor
For all who got love for El Jugador
Houston to Nuevo Leon
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with crome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
[Verse 2]
Assault riffles, professional snipers
Got my rival, shittin in they die
You don't like us cool, but don't show it
Who wanna fuck with this killers slash poet
I blow with duss, like nitro-gliset
You bitches, love talkin' off a pot you piss in
Chill homes, cause you ain't that hard
Faud, frossin' in your own backyard
I'm world wide in the two tone blow ride
You grow high, they might seen it
Baby that's my life hater, heart breaker
Life taker smile now, cry later...
-Dope House Records
-Man What's up "LOS"
-up with my bitch Snow White
-She's going for 13-5
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in the sport, where we import
What you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport
I don't chase people, people chase me
Fez math, on da side, how I brake free
Take he, to the rough neck taktis
I got you putos screamin worse than an actress
In a horror flik, he'll be fallin brick
In this biz you better be rollin thick
Holdin shit down son ain't no seein' us
My nina Buss, another uman bein crushed
Street genious, so, so serious
Your fairness, deedly experience...
[Chorus]
Kapeesh understand the touch......
Monday, December 15, 2008
High So High Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Marilyn Rylander)
[First Verse: (SPM)]
I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin
Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?"
Homie was crackin', it's good to be back
See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac
If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you
Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee
Ballin' daily with my green lady
She asked what have I done for her lately?
I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me
Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"
Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola
Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola
While I stay...
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)]
High so high.....reachin' for the sky
High so high.....please don't blow my high
[Second Verse (SPM):]
I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin
Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon
Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin
Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin
Haters get mad and they want my autograph
Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh
Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half
Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab
Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice
What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe
Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?
Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin
Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin
Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'
Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'
And I stay
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Who said money didn't grow on trees?
I came up slangin' them coca leaves
Many stories about territories
At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police
Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze
Got no love for you studio G's
I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash
But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?
Homies in the back and they ready to attack
And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat
Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?
Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come
All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us
Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers
Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus
While I sit back and blaze a damned forest
Stayin' so...
[Chorus (2x)]
[SPM]
Mr. S-P-M
And you know it don't stop...
For all my playa partners
Dopehouse baby,
We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,
MAN!
[First Verse: (SPM)]
I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin
Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?"
Homie was crackin', it's good to be back
See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac
If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you
Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee
Ballin' daily with my green lady
She asked what have I done for her lately?
I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me
Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"
Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola
Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola
While I stay...
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)]
High so high.....reachin' for the sky
High so high.....please don't blow my high
[Second Verse (SPM):]
I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin
Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon
Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin
Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin
Haters get mad and they want my autograph
Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh
Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half
Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab
Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice
What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe
Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?
Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin
Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin
Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'
Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'
And I stay
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Who said money didn't grow on trees?
I came up slangin' them coca leaves
Many stories about territories
At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police
Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze
Got no love for you studio G's
I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash
But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?
Homies in the back and they ready to attack
And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat
Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?
Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come
All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us
Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers
Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus
While I sit back and blaze a damned forest
Stayin' so...
[Chorus (2x)]
[SPM]
Mr. S-P-M
And you know it don't stop...
For all my playa partners
Dopehouse baby,
We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,
MAN!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Child Of The Ghetto Lyrics By South Park Mexican
a child of the ghetto
know how to sleng me an elbow
i made a deal with the devil
then came up out the cevil
kilo, so fuck a hero
in my back yard
is now where my weed grow
i make the block bleed
servin fiends in need
i did my first murder
at the age of seven-teen
so now it's biziteen
imagen pinkie ring
choppen up the scene
candy coated limisune
so whatcha wanna see
i'm ballin at twenty-three
sippin down pea
this is my disteny
i'm pimpin big canton
from Houston to San Anton
my pistol grip is chrome
bustin ballas at your dome
took a trip to rome
but i made it back home
sittin all alone
i'm on the Latin Throne
WHAT!!!
[course 2x]
i'm the child of the ghetto (ghetto)
said i'm the child of the ghettooo
now weeto home boy
my people trip on the halle
my people killin my people
and we dont know what to call it
fuckin a barrio war
for the niggas who live in the ??
?? right at the people for who do
never can go strong as the right??
dealin' with democrates
eatin' like fuckin rats
jackin' with ??
that's because your to poor to have a gat
gotta da make it better way
but your sister won't let you
trap deep in your jail cell
i be the locas who down
fools don't you know my familia
got ?? in shelter
i'm keepin dose in the summer
i'm rockin show's in the winter
makin somethin for nothin
??
now im hittin licks with some tricks
just to bring home some gravy
?? on my rollex
?? on my lexis
i'm keepin it real for my people
on the grind that have da hustle
to you vatos lowridein and players
that got it made
turn your life around now
and ask god for a better way! uhh!
[Course 2x]
sometimes a niggar wish
that i can get away
from the shit today
damn there's got to be
a better way
dont you ever say that you can't
get out your predicument
change for the better
cause dont know when i can give a shit
if you innocent, if you guilty and just sayin it
barely makin it and motherfuckers say
that they hate me
kick dos and batteries
get for my family
gotta ford da salary
dat little sisters had da eat
it's sad to see that tradgity
and agginy of casuolty
heard some niggas after me
and dont know the half of me
if that's the way it has to be
then god let'em murder me
standing here today but
dont know if i deserve to be
but i cant let it worry me
i gots to make my feria
my only fear is god
so dont think i'll be a scard of ya
i stay two steps ahead of ya
so ain't nobody holdin me
my boy's out here will bury ya
so why dont you fuck over me
know how to sleng me an elbow
i made a deal with the devil
then came up out the cevil
kilo, so fuck a hero
in my back yard
is now where my weed grow
i make the block bleed
servin fiends in need
i did my first murder
at the age of seven-teen
so now it's biziteen
imagen pinkie ring
choppen up the scene
candy coated limisune
so whatcha wanna see
i'm ballin at twenty-three
sippin down pea
this is my disteny
i'm pimpin big canton
from Houston to San Anton
my pistol grip is chrome
bustin ballas at your dome
took a trip to rome
but i made it back home
sittin all alone
i'm on the Latin Throne
WHAT!!!
[course 2x]
i'm the child of the ghetto (ghetto)
said i'm the child of the ghettooo
now weeto home boy
my people trip on the halle
my people killin my people
and we dont know what to call it
fuckin a barrio war
for the niggas who live in the ??
?? right at the people for who do
never can go strong as the right??
dealin' with democrates
eatin' like fuckin rats
jackin' with ??
that's because your to poor to have a gat
gotta da make it better way
but your sister won't let you
trap deep in your jail cell
i be the locas who down
fools don't you know my familia
got ?? in shelter
i'm keepin dose in the summer
i'm rockin show's in the winter
makin somethin for nothin
??
now im hittin licks with some tricks
just to bring home some gravy
?? on my rollex
?? on my lexis
i'm keepin it real for my people
on the grind that have da hustle
to you vatos lowridein and players
that got it made
turn your life around now
and ask god for a better way! uhh!
[Course 2x]
sometimes a niggar wish
that i can get away
from the shit today
damn there's got to be
a better way
dont you ever say that you can't
get out your predicument
change for the better
cause dont know when i can give a shit
if you innocent, if you guilty and just sayin it
barely makin it and motherfuckers say
that they hate me
kick dos and batteries
get for my family
gotta ford da salary
dat little sisters had da eat
it's sad to see that tradgity
and agginy of casuolty
heard some niggas after me
and dont know the half of me
if that's the way it has to be
then god let'em murder me
standing here today but
dont know if i deserve to be
but i cant let it worry me
i gots to make my feria
my only fear is god
so dont think i'll be a scard of ya
i stay two steps ahead of ya
so ain't nobody holdin me
my boy's out here will bury ya
so why dont you fuck over me
Saturday, December 6, 2008
You Know My Name Lyrics By South Park Mexican
I'm SPM you know my name
I'm the one that came about the dope game
I've payed my dues and kept my cool
I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school
I'm from the streets thank god for rap
I creep through my hood in the smoke gray 'llac
Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes
I got too many too many heh YO
I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets
I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex
My lex is outside plus I got a 64
But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole
I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swangin 84s
Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio
I'm blowin this mary and im sippin on sherry
Give my homies mama money for his convisary
My name is..
[Chorus]
sssss ppppp mmmmm
south park mexican
heh yo pass the green of weed tweedle lee tweedle la
livin like a king fill the steam in my spa
before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl
I started off small now I'm stronger than the law
you know my name I'm SPM
in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram
I tell you what it is
and ill tell you what it was
exotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs
police at my door fedaralis on my phone
I guess im makin too much money with my microphone
I did my time no sunshine
it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine
[Chorus]
Uh I used to be a shoe shina
now I sip aunt jamima
I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china
I take em break em down represent that H-Town
I'm Los el Mehicano in english Charlie Brown
my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop
my girl is snow white in the form of a rock
my hot block is in this in this rap I break againas
blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas
dances with the wolves in my southern side hood
got seven brick houses all made out of wood
I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpas
or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head huntas
you now my name
[Chorus]
I'm the one that came about the dope game
I've payed my dues and kept my cool
I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school
I'm from the streets thank god for rap
I creep through my hood in the smoke gray 'llac
Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes
I got too many too many heh YO
I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets
I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex
My lex is outside plus I got a 64
But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole
I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swangin 84s
Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio
I'm blowin this mary and im sippin on sherry
Give my homies mama money for his convisary
My name is..
[Chorus]
sssss ppppp mmmmm
south park mexican
heh yo pass the green of weed tweedle lee tweedle la
livin like a king fill the steam in my spa
before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl
I started off small now I'm stronger than the law
you know my name I'm SPM
in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram
I tell you what it is
and ill tell you what it was
exotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs
police at my door fedaralis on my phone
I guess im makin too much money with my microphone
I did my time no sunshine
it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine
[Chorus]
Uh I used to be a shoe shina
now I sip aunt jamima
I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china
I take em break em down represent that H-Town
I'm Los el Mehicano in english Charlie Brown
my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop
my girl is snow white in the form of a rock
my hot block is in this in this rap I break againas
blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas
dances with the wolves in my southern side hood
got seven brick houses all made out of wood
I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpas
or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head huntas
you now my name
[Chorus]
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I Am Your Future Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Verse 1]
I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980
People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn't live to see '85
But she would prove them wrong .. corazon kickin' strong
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on
Back in '86 .. as he grew up in the mix
Watchin' his mother hang around men
that slang the cain to make them licks
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy
Last one had him a Lincoln .. this one got him a caddy
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got a connect with killa bud
Little young buck seen all of that
then the man had a hand on that crack
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback
He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told
Always the one that would hafta hold
Till the man let him know when it was sold
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack
Make the drop and he'd make it back
Imagine that to play the mac
And not know how one's s'posed to act
[Chorus]
When them hustlin' on them streets
Don't play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya
Real young killa gangsta rude-boy
destined for death yet O'm your future
How can the youth be humble
when we live in an age of rage
too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave
[Verse 2]
And by the time the nineties come around ..
Mom's had a frown since the man went down
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left to hold his ground
Playin' his art stayin' in school ..
Nothin' short of payin' his dues
Mamas heart's what made him choose ..
Got him a start in breakin' rules
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks ..
Watchin' out when that law man looks
Money's put in them pocket books
And business good 'cuz he got them rooks
To make the run getting' it done ..
With the advantage of bein' so young
Nobody cared about what had begun ..
Then by the end of '91
He was the kid in junior high ??
Lookin' to get some new supply
Got him a hook up through some guy
Livin' like either it's do or die
Under the influence of the game ..
Already been through the love and the pain
Feelin's to him that one in the same ..
Gotta maintain or go down the drain
It was the life he learned to live ..
He's never had an alternative
Most forbid the things he did ..
But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up
Around the cut only exposed to what's corrupt
Nothin' could break a boy so rough
except the touch of his mother's love
[Chorus]
[verse 3]
Around the summer of '93 ..
Everyone's packin' artillery
Do many wantin' to be a "g"
Ready to make a delivery
Whatever it took to get in a set ..
Not even worried about regret
It's who could pose the biggest threat
And catch the most of all respect
He can't stop ..
He won't stop ..
Even though every spot is hot
Givin' it everything thing he's got ..
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught
Never the one to be any place
Long enough to catch a case
After all no time to waste
When doin' your business face to face
He's comin' equipped to make the lick ..
Not about to play the trick
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit
Mom's and dad's i'm talkin' to you ..
These are the things our children do
Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe
[Chorus]
I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980
People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn't live to see '85
But she would prove them wrong .. corazon kickin' strong
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on
Back in '86 .. as he grew up in the mix
Watchin' his mother hang around men
that slang the cain to make them licks
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy
Last one had him a Lincoln .. this one got him a caddy
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got a connect with killa bud
Little young buck seen all of that
then the man had a hand on that crack
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback
He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told
Always the one that would hafta hold
Till the man let him know when it was sold
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack
Make the drop and he'd make it back
Imagine that to play the mac
And not know how one's s'posed to act
[Chorus]
When them hustlin' on them streets
Don't play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya
Real young killa gangsta rude-boy
destined for death yet O'm your future
How can the youth be humble
when we live in an age of rage
too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave
[Verse 2]
And by the time the nineties come around ..
Mom's had a frown since the man went down
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left to hold his ground
Playin' his art stayin' in school ..
Nothin' short of payin' his dues
Mamas heart's what made him choose ..
Got him a start in breakin' rules
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks ..
Watchin' out when that law man looks
Money's put in them pocket books
And business good 'cuz he got them rooks
To make the run getting' it done ..
With the advantage of bein' so young
Nobody cared about what had begun ..
Then by the end of '91
He was the kid in junior high ??
Lookin' to get some new supply
Got him a hook up through some guy
Livin' like either it's do or die
Under the influence of the game ..
Already been through the love and the pain
Feelin's to him that one in the same ..
Gotta maintain or go down the drain
It was the life he learned to live ..
He's never had an alternative
Most forbid the things he did ..
But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up
Around the cut only exposed to what's corrupt
Nothin' could break a boy so rough
except the touch of his mother's love
[Chorus]
[verse 3]
Around the summer of '93 ..
Everyone's packin' artillery
Do many wantin' to be a "g"
Ready to make a delivery
Whatever it took to get in a set ..
Not even worried about regret
It's who could pose the biggest threat
And catch the most of all respect
He can't stop ..
He won't stop ..
Even though every spot is hot
Givin' it everything thing he's got ..
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught
Never the one to be any place
Long enough to catch a case
After all no time to waste
When doin' your business face to face
He's comin' equipped to make the lick ..
Not about to play the trick
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit
Mom's and dad's i'm talkin' to you ..
These are the things our children do
Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe
[Chorus]
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Land Of The Lost Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Marilyn Rylander)
[First Verse (SPM):]
He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill
Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his eyes
Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies
His father's doin' twenty-five to life
Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel
Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthafuckin' cop shot him
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
We always will....
Remember you...
We always will...
Have love for you...
A taste of life....
And now your gone...
You found a life....
In the Land of the Lost....
[Second Verse (SPM):]
They met when they was teenagers, around the tenth grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work at the buck naked
And everything she made dancing he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a club license
A second life, that she had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength to finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really hurt her
Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further
Circumstances that led to last dances
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances
Six o' clock services, feel the nervousness
Of having to look at death perfectless
I'm smokin' roaches burnin' the shit out my fingers
Rememberin' the words of the Church choir singers
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Another Mexican gangbanger
Set tripper, wig splitter
A trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin, but different color rags
Browns puttin' browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different clique
They got no love for themselves so they livin' sick
For centuries we been fillin' penitentaries
It's plain to see, we're our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the raza
Is all dead or doin' time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless
Cuz they can't find a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is layin' in a grave that he dug
[Chorus (2x)]
[First Verse (SPM):]
He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill
Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his eyes
Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies
His father's doin' twenty-five to life
Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel
Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthafuckin' cop shot him
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
We always will....
Remember you...
We always will...
Have love for you...
A taste of life....
And now your gone...
You found a life....
In the Land of the Lost....
[Second Verse (SPM):]
They met when they was teenagers, around the tenth grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work at the buck naked
And everything she made dancing he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a club license
A second life, that she had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength to finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really hurt her
Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further
Circumstances that led to last dances
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances
Six o' clock services, feel the nervousness
Of having to look at death perfectless
I'm smokin' roaches burnin' the shit out my fingers
Rememberin' the words of the Church choir singers
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Another Mexican gangbanger
Set tripper, wig splitter
A trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin, but different color rags
Browns puttin' browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different clique
They got no love for themselves so they livin' sick
For centuries we been fillin' penitentaries
It's plain to see, we're our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the raza
Is all dead or doin' time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless
Cuz they can't find a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is layin' in a grave that he dug
[Chorus (2x)]
Thursday, November 27, 2008
We Ain't Goin' Nowhere Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Rasheed)
[SPM]
Master minded, boys get blinded
Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it
Oh never mind it's right here
Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
Dear diary: my hood is so firery
I remember when no one would hire me
used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
take my niggas out to Ninfas,
I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
Forever armed and dangerous
Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
[Chorus]
[Rasheed & SPM]
On fire
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
Hell nah homeboy
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
No way, no how
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
So fuck what you thought
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
[Rasheed]
Here we go,
It's them soldiers from the ghetto
the "mero mero's"
Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em
crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey)
{but that leavin' might}?
that I'ma love her so much
when the hustlin' get behind her
These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action
assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions
You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends
be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end
Independent disposal is world wide
Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
slide (slide, slide,slide)
Purity assure me the highest quality
I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot
I carry a hit from my head to the planet
global, on my mobile, my click forever known
[Chorus]
[SPM]
In God we trust,
Partna, ain't no bossin' us
I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
I guess I got my three wishes
To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope
Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope
I tag cities up, run right through 'em
other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'
I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems
I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks
but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit
You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
I'd rather die, then work for the man
No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
[Chorus x2]
[SPM]
Master minded, boys get blinded
Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it
Oh never mind it's right here
Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
Dear diary: my hood is so firery
I remember when no one would hire me
used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
take my niggas out to Ninfas,
I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
Forever armed and dangerous
Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
[Chorus]
[Rasheed & SPM]
On fire
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
Hell nah homeboy
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
No way, no how
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
So fuck what you thought
"We ain't goin' nowhere"
[Rasheed]
Here we go,
It's them soldiers from the ghetto
the "mero mero's"
Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em
crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey)
{but that leavin' might}?
that I'ma love her so much
when the hustlin' get behind her
These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action
assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions
You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends
be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end
Independent disposal is world wide
Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
slide (slide, slide,slide)
Purity assure me the highest quality
I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot
I carry a hit from my head to the planet
global, on my mobile, my click forever known
[Chorus]
[SPM]
In God we trust,
Partna, ain't no bossin' us
I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
I guess I got my three wishes
To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope
Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope
I tag cities up, run right through 'em
other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'
I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems
I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks
but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit
You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
I'd rather die, then work for the man
No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
[Chorus x2]
Monday, November 24, 2008
Oh My My Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic!
Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!
[First Verse: SPM]
Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out
Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt
Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make
But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate
Separate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your two faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish
[Chorus: Baby Beesh]
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
[Second Verse: SPM]
Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria
I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
S P M on choppers like men
Y'all run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at
[Chorus]
[Third Verse: Baby Beesh]
Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta
Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot
You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded
[Chorus]
Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!
[First Verse: SPM]
Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out
Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt
Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make
But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate
Separate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your two faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish
[Chorus: Baby Beesh]
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
[Second Verse: SPM]
Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria
I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
S P M on choppers like men
Y'all run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at
[Chorus]
[Third Verse: Baby Beesh]
Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta
Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot
You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded
[Chorus]
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Dope House Intro Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Dope House Records....
Dope sells itself, BIATCH!!!!
The real always gonna recognize the real...
If y'all muthafuckas want some
Then come get you some potna
[First (and only) verse SPM:]
For every city that I come to
This for every bitch that I run through
This for every hater in the Universe
Stayin' one step ahead, I'm shootin' first
For every killa lookin' for some employment
I'm a nigga that you don't fuckin' toy with
This is for my enemies and homies
If you got a strong family then join me
Everything I say, be safely said
While me and my niggas keep breakin' bread
Don't hate the Mex, it's obvious
That you don't wanna see my people prosperous
In God We Trust, put down your guns
For my niggas locked down for a thousand months
I'ma bounce and bust, sell an ounce of dust
The wetback, I suggest you get down with us
[Chorus (Courtney Jones):]
Welcome to the Dope House
Welcome to the Dope House
This is for my killas, killas, killas
This is for my killas
[SPM]
Peace to my home boy Mansa
Dope sells itself, BIATCH!!!!
The real always gonna recognize the real...
If y'all muthafuckas want some
Then come get you some potna
[First (and only) verse SPM:]
For every city that I come to
This for every bitch that I run through
This for every hater in the Universe
Stayin' one step ahead, I'm shootin' first
For every killa lookin' for some employment
I'm a nigga that you don't fuckin' toy with
This is for my enemies and homies
If you got a strong family then join me
Everything I say, be safely said
While me and my niggas keep breakin' bread
Don't hate the Mex, it's obvious
That you don't wanna see my people prosperous
In God We Trust, put down your guns
For my niggas locked down for a thousand months
I'ma bounce and bust, sell an ounce of dust
The wetback, I suggest you get down with us
[Chorus (Courtney Jones):]
Welcome to the Dope House
Welcome to the Dope House
This is for my killas, killas, killas
This is for my killas
[SPM]
Peace to my home boy Mansa
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
If I Die Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Persecuted by the world
all I want is my baby girl
in my arms braided up on pretty curls
Keep the fame and the fortune I don't need it
is to many out there wanna see me bleedin,
as I wake up stuck in time
in this place people loose they fucken mind
I see shadows in the night of demons dancing
most penitentiaries overseen by clansmen
Stay strong even though it's hard
keep my head up and stay close to GOD
I see friends I knew back in school
they ain't the same covered up in tattoos
In the land of the free I'm forever known
look up at the sky and pretend I'm home
Dear Lord I know you got a plan for me
but I'd rather be at home with my family
[HOOK x2]
If I die momma don't loose your mind
stay strong the world don't accept my kind
I was born hate free always been different
It's hard to stay alive when you're brown and gifted
I understand it in due time my life is going to slide behind
the curtain of uncertainty the pearly gates to the fire,
cuz I'm a rambling man, a gambling man
so when the shit hits the fan my plan is to stand as a man,
my canvas is bland painted the perfect picture
but my tears made the paint run; I need an eraser but shit ain't one,
the critics looking at the picture saying it feels dark
but you critickin my art baby is still art
I know some people that respect me for me
I know some people that neglect me for me
And so it pans out so now when I pass
and the last of my breath has been breathed at ease
Momma don't cry for me I'm watching over you
I'm still doing the same thing your son is opposed to do,
so if you love me love me and everything is fine
we're gonna reunite in the sky and do time
[HOOK]
I tried to tell you that these motherfuckers wanted my soul,
hate me till I'm dead and gone but in love with my dough,
as they listen to my cd that they got from somebody
I can't believe that he is saying this in custody,
doesn't he realize we got him right were we want him
I was warned by a prisoner they'll be coming,
can you imagine life without rats
that back stab their own to try get were they at?
I made millions but felt I was never rich,
how can greed make people be so devilish?
I wrote a book entitled they can't stop
took about 20 pens and a lot of coffee,
they hit me up with some years and a small fine
it's gonna be the greatest comeback of all time
and all I got left is true fans
cuz my horoscope said that my bitch found a new man
[HOOK x2]
all I want is my baby girl
in my arms braided up on pretty curls
Keep the fame and the fortune I don't need it
is to many out there wanna see me bleedin,
as I wake up stuck in time
in this place people loose they fucken mind
I see shadows in the night of demons dancing
most penitentiaries overseen by clansmen
Stay strong even though it's hard
keep my head up and stay close to GOD
I see friends I knew back in school
they ain't the same covered up in tattoos
In the land of the free I'm forever known
look up at the sky and pretend I'm home
Dear Lord I know you got a plan for me
but I'd rather be at home with my family
[HOOK x2]
If I die momma don't loose your mind
stay strong the world don't accept my kind
I was born hate free always been different
It's hard to stay alive when you're brown and gifted
I understand it in due time my life is going to slide behind
the curtain of uncertainty the pearly gates to the fire,
cuz I'm a rambling man, a gambling man
so when the shit hits the fan my plan is to stand as a man,
my canvas is bland painted the perfect picture
but my tears made the paint run; I need an eraser but shit ain't one,
the critics looking at the picture saying it feels dark
but you critickin my art baby is still art
I know some people that respect me for me
I know some people that neglect me for me
And so it pans out so now when I pass
and the last of my breath has been breathed at ease
Momma don't cry for me I'm watching over you
I'm still doing the same thing your son is opposed to do,
so if you love me love me and everything is fine
we're gonna reunite in the sky and do time
[HOOK]
I tried to tell you that these motherfuckers wanted my soul,
hate me till I'm dead and gone but in love with my dough,
as they listen to my cd that they got from somebody
I can't believe that he is saying this in custody,
doesn't he realize we got him right were we want him
I was warned by a prisoner they'll be coming,
can you imagine life without rats
that back stab their own to try get were they at?
I made millions but felt I was never rich,
how can greed make people be so devilish?
I wrote a book entitled they can't stop
took about 20 pens and a lot of coffee,
they hit me up with some years and a small fine
it's gonna be the greatest comeback of all time
and all I got left is true fans
cuz my horoscope said that my bitch found a new man
[HOOK x2]
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Screens Falling Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Ayana, Coast)
[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swing in all those
Lil' throwed folks
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
[Verse 1: SPM]
It feel good givin back to the hood
I'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I wont forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records President
And they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Coast]
And you can find me in a parkin lot
Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
Thats my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I pull up and
Some of that old crazy shit
I will roll down my windows and got
Seven inches for the radius
Maybe its the attention that I'm gettin
When they spinnin, or maybe
It's the liqour that I'm sippin
And got me feelin like
I cant be taken lightly
Cause I been poppin pills
So you aint gon' like me
I might distributing llello
Put you on my payroll
Supply with a bird
But you dont move it till I say so
Make sure you dont take
No money out from under me
Cause I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for that
Pink or Purple soda
You better move over
I'm not far from vomiting
Los and Coast's the shit
But still that diet aint no stoppin him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down everytime
Everytime you piss out brew
Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true killer
Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
Representer, bow before you enter
Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some more people up
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Ayana]
Screens falling from the sky
Boys swing in all those
Lil' throwed folks
We sunny side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
[Verse 1: SPM]
It feel good givin back to the hood
I'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I wont forget
While I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Universal Records President
And they say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Coast]
And you can find me in a parkin lot
Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
Thats my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I pull up and
Some of that old crazy shit
I will roll down my windows and got
Seven inches for the radius
Maybe its the attention that I'm gettin
When they spinnin, or maybe
It's the liqour that I'm sippin
And got me feelin like
I cant be taken lightly
Cause I been poppin pills
So you aint gon' like me
I might distributing llello
Put you on my payroll
Supply with a bird
But you dont move it till I say so
Make sure you dont take
No money out from under me
Cause I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for that
Pink or Purple soda
You better move over
I'm not far from vomiting
Los and Coast's the shit
But still that diet aint no stoppin him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat down everytime
Everytime you piss out brew
Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
How the fuck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true killer
Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
Representer, bow before you enter
Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some more people up
[Chorus]
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wizard Of Oz Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Chorus 2X's]
Now come follow me
Down yellow brick road
To easier to see
Hillwood Hustla
Got what you need
[Verse 1]
It were plain to see
Since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
To think a damn papermate got me rich
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess
I blow sess for my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
None the less I was real with the homies
With the O-Z's running from the police
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 2]
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set man yall funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 3]
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
Im just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It aint easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
Now come follow me
Down yellow brick road
To easier to see
Hillwood Hustla
Got what you need
[Verse 1]
It were plain to see
Since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place I gain my fame
16 in a 7-7 Seville
Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
To think a damn papermate got me rich
I got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess
I blow sess for my stress
Its that Mex with a S on my chest
None the less I was real with the homies
With the O-Z's running from the police
No peace blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 2]
My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Just a check up to see if id slip once
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set man yall funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
They want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 3]
I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the choke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
That lonely Wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
Im just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It aint easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Real g's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did [echoes]
[Chorus 2X's]
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Meet Your Fate Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Verse 1 Pimpstress]
My click picks your pockets,
splits tha profits,
choose the targets,
and take out the garbage,
Fill tha cartridge,
more lead than Zepplin,
tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like drums.
Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I
opened up my sliss more.
But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
looked like gelatin.
A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.
[Hook]
1-2 Better call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.
Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,
who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,
And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,
Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.
Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,
Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
Leave you brainless make it painless.
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.
[Hook]
[Verse 3 Pimpstress]
My money flows like a runny nose,
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina .
From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras
Groa.
Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,
SPM had a fatha made of concrete,
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,
And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,
Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,
Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.
[Hook]
[Spm] No more chances
My click picks your pockets,
splits tha profits,
choose the targets,
and take out the garbage,
Fill tha cartridge,
more lead than Zepplin,
tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like drums.
Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I
opened up my sliss more.
But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
looked like gelatin.
A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.
[Hook]
1-2 Better call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better loaad yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.
Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,
who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,
And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,
Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.
Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,
Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
Leave you brainless make it painless.
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.
[Hook]
[Verse 3 Pimpstress]
My money flows like a runny nose,
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina .
From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras
Groa.
Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,
SPM had a fatha made of concrete,
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,
And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,
Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,
Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.
[Hook]
[Spm] No more chances
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Streets On Beats Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Yeppa Yeppa homeboys
That's the nigga Low-G
Puttin' it down for the nina eight
We givin' prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we forgot your click
I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.
But my hina' hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Another fool puttin' down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better
If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill wood hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole click catch the Greyhound
Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,
Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,
We, put the streets on beats
Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,
Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,
We, put the streets on beats
Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right
Act a fool when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven Seville convertible
My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven locations
Professional, but don't test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic
Believe in myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?
Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,
Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,
We, put the streets on beats
DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,
20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,
We, put the streets on beats
I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national
It's understandable, not to mention
what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD
See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!
On the underground nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'
Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D
K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,
We, put the streets on beats
Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,
Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill
Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,
We, put the streets on beats
That's the nigga Low-G
Puttin' it down for the nina eight
We givin' prop, what we did this week
So don't trip, if we forgot your click
I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town
Come around fuck 'em down with my underground
Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.
But my hina' hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Another fool puttin' down the truth,
You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better
If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her
The wanderer, hill wood hustler,
Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
Make your whole click catch the Greyhound
Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,
Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,
We, put the streets on beats
Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,
Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,
We, put the streets on beats
Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right
Act a fool when I one two check the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
I jump in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven Seville convertible
My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven locations
Professional, but don't test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic
Believe in myself, no one else saw my magic
Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?
Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,
Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,
We, put the streets on beats
DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,
20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,
We, put the streets on beats
I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national
It's understandable, not to mention
what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'
It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD
See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!
On the underground nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms
Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'
Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D
K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,
We, put the streets on beats
Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,
Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill
Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,
We, put the streets on beats
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Burn Us Alive Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[South Park Mexican]
Wizard of oz. at the age of 14
In New Orleans I met my first dope fiend
A rock and roll king, but this was no dream
Spend so much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing
Cuz I'm serving the white and smoking the green
All the real motherfuckers you'll know what I mean
A cut from my G's it means nothing to me
To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free
Cuz I know you, and you know me
I got niggas that'll front me two whole keys
True homies that learn to survive
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive
[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [4x]
[Grimm]
I remember way back way back in the day (day)
Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me
Ugh, me and Los had a million dollar scheme (what?)
Platinum, at the age of 17
But that ain't shit (nigga) and I don't give a fuck
Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck
Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank
But lost my niggas but I'm still stuck in the deep game
Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight
You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Don't make me cock my shit and put one in your life
You trying to take this because you hate this (bitch)
You'll know when I am through just to make this (bitch)
And man believe me homie, nigga I'm a survivor
(lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
[Chorus]
[Happy Perez]
Now is you in or out, can't be caught in between
So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being
See wearing this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing and be described as your name
Again the do's and don'ts
Make sure you know what you swish
Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch
It's the ups and downs of the lives that we live
Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid
A lot of give and take, nobody said that it'd be easy
The cheddar ain't always cheesy, the wind ain't always breezy
Believe me from here to there and back
It's all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks
And black jacks to craps every bait is covered
And break the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [2x]
Wizard of oz. at the age of 14
In New Orleans I met my first dope fiend
A rock and roll king, but this was no dream
Spend so much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say I'm so mean
When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing
Cuz I'm serving the white and smoking the green
All the real motherfuckers you'll know what I mean
A cut from my G's it means nothing to me
To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free
Cuz I know you, and you know me
I got niggas that'll front me two whole keys
True homies that learn to survive
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive
[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [4x]
[Grimm]
I remember way back way back in the day (day)
Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me
Ugh, me and Los had a million dollar scheme (what?)
Platinum, at the age of 17
But that ain't shit (nigga) and I don't give a fuck
Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck
Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank
But lost my niggas but I'm still stuck in the deep game
Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight
You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Don't make me cock my shit and put one in your life
You trying to take this because you hate this (bitch)
You'll know when I am through just to make this (bitch)
And man believe me homie, nigga I'm a survivor
(lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
[Chorus]
[Happy Perez]
Now is you in or out, can't be caught in between
So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being
See wearing this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing and be described as your name
Again the do's and don'ts
Make sure you know what you swish
Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch
It's the ups and downs of the lives that we live
Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid
A lot of give and take, nobody said that it'd be easy
The cheddar ain't always cheesy, the wind ain't always breezy
Believe me from here to there and back
It's all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks
And black jacks to craps every bait is covered
And break the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
[Chorus]
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [2x]
Friday, October 31, 2008
Miss Perfect Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Helena
I love you baby
Sodapop
You take the breath from me
Make my life heavenly
I can't believe the way the good Lord is blessin' me
One in a million, mother of my children
Me without you like car without engine
You listen to my dreams that I vision
Respect that I smoke Mary Jane, it's like my religion
The pigeons, sometimes make you worry
But I can see, you know my vision ain't blurry
The innocence, still strong like a feminist
I reminisce, on the first time we ever kissed
In the devilish world you my only angel
Cancel concerts to stay with you and watch cable
Kiss your navel, candlelights on the table
You never cared if I was financially stable
12 years, to me it feels like 12 minutes
My love for you, sees no limits
[Chorus:]
Where would I be without you?
I know I wouldn't be rappin' into soundproof
I know I wouldn't be pushin' a Benz
I'd probably be gettin' transferred, to different pens
Or chillin' with my dead friends
Or still at the weed house makin' 5's and 10's
Miss Perfect, God-given
When I was lost, you made my life worth livin'
They say nothing on this earth is perfect
I don't believe it, you never cheated
Perfect record, undefeated
I needed a miracle to save my life
When I was hustlin' and grindin' late at night
I paid the price and listened to you bitchin' me
You start bringing up the past, that's history
Never again will I jeopardize
That's a promise that I'll memorize
Real love never dies
It's paradise, no matter where we at
The movies, the club, Six Flags, the Super Track
I was a dropout, no education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your man", and there you stood
I was 17, now I'm 29
And I pray you'll be mine 'til the end of time
[Chorus]
- Yo Ike'
- What's the deal Los?
- I know you feel me on this song, baby
- Man, fo sho, my nigga, I got some fo' dis
- Go on, wreck it, homie
Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kid to my wife
And I been thinking was shife when I been up at the night
So I be takin' a ride and I be thinkin' inside
And I be wantin' to die cause I be wonderin' why
But now I know it's too late and all I got is my fate
And I be thinkin' real deep about my kids when they sleep
And where the hell I went wrong, and how to hell to stay strong
Cause now my babies they gone, and all I got is this song
Try to make it all right, but not for them but for Ike
And if I have one more night that I can treasure the life
I know I do it all right with just my kids and my wife
One night alone with no fights, with Kim just huggin' me tight
Miss Perfect
[Chorus]
I love you baby
Sodapop
You take the breath from me
Make my life heavenly
I can't believe the way the good Lord is blessin' me
One in a million, mother of my children
Me without you like car without engine
You listen to my dreams that I vision
Respect that I smoke Mary Jane, it's like my religion
The pigeons, sometimes make you worry
But I can see, you know my vision ain't blurry
The innocence, still strong like a feminist
I reminisce, on the first time we ever kissed
In the devilish world you my only angel
Cancel concerts to stay with you and watch cable
Kiss your navel, candlelights on the table
You never cared if I was financially stable
12 years, to me it feels like 12 minutes
My love for you, sees no limits
[Chorus:]
Where would I be without you?
I know I wouldn't be rappin' into soundproof
I know I wouldn't be pushin' a Benz
I'd probably be gettin' transferred, to different pens
Or chillin' with my dead friends
Or still at the weed house makin' 5's and 10's
Miss Perfect, God-given
When I was lost, you made my life worth livin'
They say nothing on this earth is perfect
I don't believe it, you never cheated
Perfect record, undefeated
I needed a miracle to save my life
When I was hustlin' and grindin' late at night
I paid the price and listened to you bitchin' me
You start bringing up the past, that's history
Never again will I jeopardize
That's a promise that I'll memorize
Real love never dies
It's paradise, no matter where we at
The movies, the club, Six Flags, the Super Track
I was a dropout, no education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your man", and there you stood
I was 17, now I'm 29
And I pray you'll be mine 'til the end of time
[Chorus]
- Yo Ike'
- What's the deal Los?
- I know you feel me on this song, baby
- Man, fo sho, my nigga, I got some fo' dis
- Go on, wreck it, homie
Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kid to my wife
And I been thinking was shife when I been up at the night
So I be takin' a ride and I be thinkin' inside
And I be wantin' to die cause I be wonderin' why
But now I know it's too late and all I got is my fate
And I be thinkin' real deep about my kids when they sleep
And where the hell I went wrong, and how to hell to stay strong
Cause now my babies they gone, and all I got is this song
Try to make it all right, but not for them but for Ike
And if I have one more night that I can treasure the life
I know I do it all right with just my kids and my wife
One night alone with no fights, with Kim just huggin' me tight
Miss Perfect
[Chorus]
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Broadway Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Rasheed)
[Verse 1: SPM]
Now we sleep all day and party all night
I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
We rollin in the 'burban on them killa 22's
Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins
You can take Kelly's booty, I'ma do Kim's
Cops dont like me, not everyone agrees
I sag so low that my belts around my knees
Bass be boomin, make the girls butts wiggle
My girls gettin drunk and she's showin me her nipples
23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack
Sunday afternoon, I put Mason on the map
Cuz the dopeman got em in a 6-4 drop
Sometimes I'm on elbow, sometimes I'm on chop
Dopehouse Clique, and we all got cloud
Peace to DJ Lobo and my homie Bill Styles
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's is on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga
Smoke fry with my nigga, shine with my nigga
I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Stay high with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
[Verse 2: SPM]
Hanging with my niggas in the Hillwood Grove
Chickens in my kitchen cookin in my stove
Imagine I've been saggin ever since I could walk
Been beggin you to listen ever since I could talk
Double-in my money, even make it triple
I've never been a bum, but I'm beggin for a nickel
Still dippin sticks with a throwed ass bitch
Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss
Roll with fuckin killers, we all got straps
Walkin through my hood with a woodgrain mac
Slip em in a coma, slangin on my cut
It took alot of work to get my block so crunk
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga
Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga
On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga
Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
[Verse 3: SPM]
Now we back in population, we all got straps
Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs
The wheels keep turnin, I'm choppin up the wind
I see the ladies lookin, they wanna jump in
Now the front ends hoppin and the car begins to dance
My 40 ounce bottle, is spillin on my pants
Ridin too deep, in the 4-door '77
I'm tryin to count my TV's, I think i got eleven
Now we all got love for the '63 Impala
Ruby is the short one, claimin Guatemala
Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny
Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin like a bunny
Bird's keep flyin, I feel like a Hawaiian
Cuz my backyard looks like an exotic island
Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left
I make a U-Turn, 'cuz I'm BROADWAY TO MY DEATH
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I roll with my nigga, smoke with my nigga
Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga
Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga
Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga
Pop pills with my nigga, steal for my nigga
I'd kill for my nigga, feel my nigga
On wheels with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL [*gunshots*]
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!
[Verse 1: SPM]
Now we sleep all day and party all night
I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
We rollin in the 'burban on them killa 22's
Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins
You can take Kelly's booty, I'ma do Kim's
Cops dont like me, not everyone agrees
I sag so low that my belts around my knees
Bass be boomin, make the girls butts wiggle
My girls gettin drunk and she's showin me her nipples
23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack
Sunday afternoon, I put Mason on the map
Cuz the dopeman got em in a 6-4 drop
Sometimes I'm on elbow, sometimes I'm on chop
Dopehouse Clique, and we all got cloud
Peace to DJ Lobo and my homie Bill Styles
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's is on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga
Smoke fry with my nigga, shine with my nigga
I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Stay high with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
[Verse 2: SPM]
Hanging with my niggas in the Hillwood Grove
Chickens in my kitchen cookin in my stove
Imagine I've been saggin ever since I could walk
Been beggin you to listen ever since I could talk
Double-in my money, even make it triple
I've never been a bum, but I'm beggin for a nickel
Still dippin sticks with a throwed ass bitch
Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss
Roll with fuckin killers, we all got straps
Walkin through my hood with a woodgrain mac
Slip em in a coma, slangin on my cut
It took alot of work to get my block so crunk
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga
Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga
On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga
Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
[Verse 3: SPM]
Now we back in population, we all got straps
Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs
The wheels keep turnin, I'm choppin up the wind
I see the ladies lookin, they wanna jump in
Now the front ends hoppin and the car begins to dance
My 40 ounce bottle, is spillin on my pants
Ridin too deep, in the 4-door '77
I'm tryin to count my TV's, I think i got eleven
Now we all got love for the '63 Impala
Ruby is the short one, claimin Guatemala
Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny
Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin like a bunny
Bird's keep flyin, I feel like a Hawaiian
Cuz my backyard looks like an exotic island
Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left
I make a U-Turn, 'cuz I'm BROADWAY TO MY DEATH
[SPM]
Cuz my posse's on Broadway...
[Rasheed]
I roll with my nigga, smoke with my nigga
Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga
Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga
Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga
Pop pills with my nigga, steal for my nigga
I'd kill for my nigga, feel my nigga
On wheels with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL [*gunshots*]
SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Latola Lyrics By South Park Mexican
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
You Know My Name (remix) Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Chorus (Ayana M.):]
S
P
M
South Park Mexican
[First Verse:]
I'm SPM, you know my name
I'm the one that came up but never changed
I make my moves, life is what you choose
I'm the one to smoke in different high schools
Stay off the streets, home boy you'll never win
You're goin' two places: the graveyard or the pen
Contradictions on my chest, lots of lipstick on my clothes
Can we ever be stopped? Only God knows
South Park sunny side, I roll with the realest
Represent my area from Hillwood to the village
At the grocery store they used to look over my shoulder
And saw a basket full of Arm Hammer baking soda
Conversation rules the nation, but in my hood
Talk is cheaper than a piece of old, wet plywood
You boys is more phonier than cubic zerconia
Make you suckas pay the very day I get a hold of ya
My name is....
[Chorus (2x)]
[Second Verse:]
Pass the greenery, tweedle lee, tweedle la
Layin' in my spa, takin' off my Heina's bra
Me and the law, had problems in the past
They smelled my grass, but could never find my stash
Who can it be?
It's that boy Los
I broke up with my chick, cuz my cash went up her nose
I tell ya what it was, and I tell ya what it is
There's ten year old men, and fifty year old kids
My flow is legendary, on the third of February
I wrote this song at the old cemetary
I did my time, no sunshine
They must be gettin' bonuses for lockin' up my kind
My name is....
[Chorus (4x)]
[SPM talking over chorus]
You seen me and didn't believe me, now look
The World is listenin', the movement is here, the day is here.
We ain't stoppin' homie!
We just gettin' started!
I see you jealous, hateful people wishin' the worst for us
You'll pay like the last ones did!
You'll pay for my freedom!
We'll never be the same!
You'll never catch up!
I fight hate with love!
[Third Verse:]
When I was young I used to be a shoe shiner
And work for a dime as a newspaper part-timer
Every now and then my real Dad would come around
Born and raised in Houston, a.k.a. Hustletown
My drop is on jock, and my game is on lock
My attic full of automatic weapons of assualt
The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness
Last year I took the record robbin' forty dealers
Dancin' with the wolves, man, my hood is jet black
But they had love for the only back
I got a sauna in my eighty foot bus
We don't chase paper, paper chase us
You know my name....
[Chorus (4x)]
S
P
M
South Park Mexican
[First Verse:]
I'm SPM, you know my name
I'm the one that came up but never changed
I make my moves, life is what you choose
I'm the one to smoke in different high schools
Stay off the streets, home boy you'll never win
You're goin' two places: the graveyard or the pen
Contradictions on my chest, lots of lipstick on my clothes
Can we ever be stopped? Only God knows
South Park sunny side, I roll with the realest
Represent my area from Hillwood to the village
At the grocery store they used to look over my shoulder
And saw a basket full of Arm Hammer baking soda
Conversation rules the nation, but in my hood
Talk is cheaper than a piece of old, wet plywood
You boys is more phonier than cubic zerconia
Make you suckas pay the very day I get a hold of ya
My name is....
[Chorus (2x)]
[Second Verse:]
Pass the greenery, tweedle lee, tweedle la
Layin' in my spa, takin' off my Heina's bra
Me and the law, had problems in the past
They smelled my grass, but could never find my stash
Who can it be?
It's that boy Los
I broke up with my chick, cuz my cash went up her nose
I tell ya what it was, and I tell ya what it is
There's ten year old men, and fifty year old kids
My flow is legendary, on the third of February
I wrote this song at the old cemetary
I did my time, no sunshine
They must be gettin' bonuses for lockin' up my kind
My name is....
[Chorus (4x)]
[SPM talking over chorus]
You seen me and didn't believe me, now look
The World is listenin', the movement is here, the day is here.
We ain't stoppin' homie!
We just gettin' started!
I see you jealous, hateful people wishin' the worst for us
You'll pay like the last ones did!
You'll pay for my freedom!
We'll never be the same!
You'll never catch up!
I fight hate with love!
[Third Verse:]
When I was young I used to be a shoe shiner
And work for a dime as a newspaper part-timer
Every now and then my real Dad would come around
Born and raised in Houston, a.k.a. Hustletown
My drop is on jock, and my game is on lock
My attic full of automatic weapons of assualt
The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness
Last year I took the record robbin' forty dealers
Dancin' with the wolves, man, my hood is jet black
But they had love for the only back
I got a sauna in my eighty foot bus
We don't chase paper, paper chase us
You know my name....
[Chorus (4x)]
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Stay On Your Grind Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know)
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (everybody)
Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hustlas
Dont give a fuckstas
And we smoke like broke down mufflas
Paint pictures
Write scriptures
At the beach
30 deep riding ninjas
Smoke a owl I cant go without it
Me and my crew we always joke about it
In the back of the tour bus
With a gorgeous
Little ho just fucking all four of us
The game Lord its the drugs and fast hoes
Hotels with the beds with brass poles
Sip gallons
Cant keep my balance
I'ma have to shine like the boy Ritchie Valens
Iced medallion
Got a thick stallion
700 pounds coming straight from Megallon
Dogs of the leashes
Oh my Jesus
Leave in peace or leave in pieces
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (my brother)
Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah)
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (and everybody)
[Verse 2]
I'ma fly like Vince
Bubble like Prince
Momma just ain't been the same ever since
She cant beleive I got all these fans
And she won't stop saving aluminum cans
I'm swanging and swerving
Woozing and worthing
Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon
But that was '82
I was acting a fool
The only Mexican in the whole damn school
The game will eat your ass up if you let it
That was back when crack was the epidemic
I'ma represent it
My house ain't rented
Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick is
You cant see me unless you buy some tickets
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)
Stay on your grind (oh you special now)
Stay on your grind (the police baby)
Stay on your grind (my sistas)
[Verse 3]
I'ma stay about my paper
Built my house on a solid acre
Used to be broke
But I ain't tripping on that
Its 2002 I'ma flip in my 'Lac
And get gone in the wind
Chrome on the rim
Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend
Player hatings a sin
I got men thatll check you chinny-chin-chin
All his homeboys need revenge
Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems
I'ma interceptor off the record
Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors
I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lecter
I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper
But it taste like medicine
I'm fighting and wrestling
Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah)
Stay on your grind (and if you felling me)
Stay on your grind (yeah well well well)
Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby)
Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea)
Stay on your grind
I know and you know
And Dope House Records know baby yeah
And Wreck Shop and everybody
You gotta stay on your grind
If you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (everybody)
Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hustlas
Dont give a fuckstas
And we smoke like broke down mufflas
Paint pictures
Write scriptures
At the beach
30 deep riding ninjas
Smoke a owl I cant go without it
Me and my crew we always joke about it
In the back of the tour bus
With a gorgeous
Little ho just fucking all four of us
The game Lord its the drugs and fast hoes
Hotels with the beds with brass poles
Sip gallons
Cant keep my balance
I'ma have to shine like the boy Ritchie Valens
Iced medallion
Got a thick stallion
700 pounds coming straight from Megallon
Dogs of the leashes
Oh my Jesus
Leave in peace or leave in pieces
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (my brother)
Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah)
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (and everybody)
[Verse 2]
I'ma fly like Vince
Bubble like Prince
Momma just ain't been the same ever since
She cant beleive I got all these fans
And she won't stop saving aluminum cans
I'm swanging and swerving
Woozing and worthing
Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon
But that was '82
I was acting a fool
The only Mexican in the whole damn school
The game will eat your ass up if you let it
That was back when crack was the epidemic
I'ma represent it
My house ain't rented
Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick is
You cant see me unless you buy some tickets
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah)
Stay on your grind (oh you special now)
Stay on your grind (the police baby)
Stay on your grind (my sistas)
[Verse 3]
I'ma stay about my paper
Built my house on a solid acre
Used to be broke
But I ain't tripping on that
Its 2002 I'ma flip in my 'Lac
And get gone in the wind
Chrome on the rim
Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend
Player hatings a sin
I got men thatll check you chinny-chin-chin
All his homeboys need revenge
Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems
I'ma interceptor off the record
Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors
I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lecter
I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper
But it taste like medicine
I'm fighting and wrestling
Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican
[Chorus]
Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah)
Stay on your grind (and if you felling me)
Stay on your grind (yeah well well well)
Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby)
Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea)
Stay on your grind
I know and you know
And Dope House Records know baby yeah
And Wreck Shop and everybody
You gotta stay on your grind
If you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Ghetto Tales Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. A.C. Chill, L.T.)
Phat Money Records
SPM baby
Putting it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records
Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?
[Chorus (2Xs)]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out of jail
I'm rolling H-town South Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so deep
We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said “Let me out this bitch man”
One of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax “Yo man I'll Catch you later”
Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the fucking haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a mother fucker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a violation
Eighteen months is what I'm facing
[Chorus (2Xs)]
Im pushing weight trying to have it
Everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little cream
I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some green
And everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no bills but these niggas got me fucked up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life thing
And from the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy “C”
Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.
[Chorus (2Xs)]
SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my motherfucking best friend
Used to be broke and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose
Blasting hoes
At last I rose
I got cash and clothes
From the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and vogues
My ass gonna show
I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout
I used to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie baker
That's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain
[Chorus (2Xs)]
Phat Money Records
SPM baby
Putting it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records
Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?
[Chorus (2Xs)]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out of jail
I'm rolling H-town South Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so deep
We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said “Let me out this bitch man”
One of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax “Yo man I'll Catch you later”
Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the fucking haters roll up on me
Damn, how much hating can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a mother fucker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a violation
Eighteen months is what I'm facing
[Chorus (2Xs)]
Im pushing weight trying to have it
Everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little cream
I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some green
And everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no bills but these niggas got me fucked up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
And serving fiends is an everyday life thing
And from the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy “C”
Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.
[Chorus (2Xs)]
SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead end
Fighting over sales with my motherfucking best friend
Used to be broke and assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose
Blasting hoes
At last I rose
I got cash and clothes
From the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on glass and vogues
My ass gonna show
I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout
I used to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed cookie baker
That's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain
[Chorus (2Xs)]
Sunday, October 12, 2008
When Devils Strike Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[SPM:]
Behind this walls, I'ma find out what's going on
I'm gonna find, the cure for our peoples down fall
I'm gone find out, why we filling up penitentiaries
Faster than they can build them
I'm gonna to find out, why half of our population
Is behind bars and penitentiaries and caught in the system
I'm gone to find out, why all of our people are getting locked up
I'm gonna find the answers, we're on the inside of this hat
I promise, we're only gonna get stronger
[Verse 1:]
Just me and you, lets take the town over
You my best friend and a down soldier
At your apartments we can stack dollars
Families to see how the grass hoppers
So I trust you, love you like a brother
I wish you knew she's a hoe and I could fuck her
But I haven't, I know she hold your heart
You know the streets but you not so hoe smart
Fuck it though! Lets make fast fitty maine
Hits this muthafuckin' streets like some heavy rain
You got kick do' burglarers and murderers
If a fiend wants a front take his furniture
We a team, that's how it should of been
Whether shooting hoops or selling dope at Will & Glen
Public housing on Fridays pushing thousands
Fifty fifty together we was moving mountains
[Chorus:]
One day they will come
And try to take your life away
For when devils strike
It's a love thing
They just love to see when you down maine
For when devils strike
[Verse 2:]
I get a call from my boy bout seven thirty
Eating pizza with my bitch watching Eddie Murphy
He said his working but something went wrong
I grab my gat and put my bullet prove vest on
He said meet him at Palace Inn room six
Turns out he was smoking crack with two chicks
He said "Los I took a few hits at two A.M
After that I haven't stopped until you came in
Got twelve rocks left out of forty fool
Take what I got or I'll smoke 'em too
See the money started coming in real late
So I tried some, just to be awake
I thought it be like coke that's why I did it
But man it's like ten times more addictive"
That night he turned into a crack head
A month later, my boy looked half dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Cops caught him with a pipe full of residue
I was sad but I felt it would help him too
He got two years now his getting healthier
His in the pen, and I regret I felt for her
I took her out to a place called Wizard Lounge
She had soda, me I was zipping Crown
We agreed on a friendly date, no touching
By the end of the night we was both fuckin'
At my trailer was the first time that we did it
I know it hurts, so I won't get that specific
But remember on the first day you got out?
And we met right in front of your mom's house
I cried like a pig, I was feeling low
I couldn't tell you, cause I knew you would kill the hoe
I was mad at me and I hated her
A month later, she asked if I came in her
She got pregnant and didn't know whose it was
If you high right now, you might lose your buzz
But in court, she lied and said it never happened
Now she suing for the money that I get from rappin'
I lost the case, but how did I expect to win?
When my jury didn't have one Mexican
And they knew I didn't do that dumb shit
Now I gotta show 'em who they fucked with
[Chorus]
Behind this walls, I'ma find out what's going on
I'm gonna find, the cure for our peoples down fall
I'm gone find out, why we filling up penitentiaries
Faster than they can build them
I'm gonna to find out, why half of our population
Is behind bars and penitentiaries and caught in the system
I'm gone to find out, why all of our people are getting locked up
I'm gonna find the answers, we're on the inside of this hat
I promise, we're only gonna get stronger
[Verse 1:]
Just me and you, lets take the town over
You my best friend and a down soldier
At your apartments we can stack dollars
Families to see how the grass hoppers
So I trust you, love you like a brother
I wish you knew she's a hoe and I could fuck her
But I haven't, I know she hold your heart
You know the streets but you not so hoe smart
Fuck it though! Lets make fast fitty maine
Hits this muthafuckin' streets like some heavy rain
You got kick do' burglarers and murderers
If a fiend wants a front take his furniture
We a team, that's how it should of been
Whether shooting hoops or selling dope at Will & Glen
Public housing on Fridays pushing thousands
Fifty fifty together we was moving mountains
[Chorus:]
One day they will come
And try to take your life away
For when devils strike
It's a love thing
They just love to see when you down maine
For when devils strike
[Verse 2:]
I get a call from my boy bout seven thirty
Eating pizza with my bitch watching Eddie Murphy
He said his working but something went wrong
I grab my gat and put my bullet prove vest on
He said meet him at Palace Inn room six
Turns out he was smoking crack with two chicks
He said "Los I took a few hits at two A.M
After that I haven't stopped until you came in
Got twelve rocks left out of forty fool
Take what I got or I'll smoke 'em too
See the money started coming in real late
So I tried some, just to be awake
I thought it be like coke that's why I did it
But man it's like ten times more addictive"
That night he turned into a crack head
A month later, my boy looked half dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Cops caught him with a pipe full of residue
I was sad but I felt it would help him too
He got two years now his getting healthier
His in the pen, and I regret I felt for her
I took her out to a place called Wizard Lounge
She had soda, me I was zipping Crown
We agreed on a friendly date, no touching
By the end of the night we was both fuckin'
At my trailer was the first time that we did it
I know it hurts, so I won't get that specific
But remember on the first day you got out?
And we met right in front of your mom's house
I cried like a pig, I was feeling low
I couldn't tell you, cause I knew you would kill the hoe
I was mad at me and I hated her
A month later, she asked if I came in her
She got pregnant and didn't know whose it was
If you high right now, you might lose your buzz
But in court, she lied and said it never happened
Now she suing for the money that I get from rappin'
I lost the case, but how did I expect to win?
When my jury didn't have one Mexican
And they knew I didn't do that dumb shit
Now I gotta show 'em who they fucked with
[Chorus]
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Deep Instrumental Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Three Minutes and Fourteen Seconds of an instrumental]
Yo man, a nigga gotta say SOMETHIN' to this track man,
I hate to interrupt y'all boys freestyle,
But we do it like this:
[First (and only) Verse:]
Muthafucka lay back,
In your cadillac,
Let me jump in your trunk like back to back,
Stay real for life, roll down South,
Fixin' to wreck shop for the home town crowd,
My alias, be that South Park Mexican,
Flowin' through your veins like medicine,
You got freestyle? Wanna be down?
Real ballers, fight for the rebound
G-Town, to muthafuckin' B-Town,
Creep around, everybody G'd out,
I can't see how, you could take me out,
I'll "PEEYOW" and make a dog "Meow",
Deep South, my hood got more slack,
Than 88 cowboys ridin' on horseback,
Top that, ha, the Mexican's all that,
Strike like a snake and attack like a Bobcat,
Like Capone on the microphone,
You be me and leave that pipe alone boy.
Huh....
H-Town represent, and we can do it like this...
Or we can do it like that....
Much love.
Yo man, a nigga gotta say SOMETHIN' to this track man,
I hate to interrupt y'all boys freestyle,
But we do it like this:
[First (and only) Verse:]
Muthafucka lay back,
In your cadillac,
Let me jump in your trunk like back to back,
Stay real for life, roll down South,
Fixin' to wreck shop for the home town crowd,
My alias, be that South Park Mexican,
Flowin' through your veins like medicine,
You got freestyle? Wanna be down?
Real ballers, fight for the rebound
G-Town, to muthafuckin' B-Town,
Creep around, everybody G'd out,
I can't see how, you could take me out,
I'll "PEEYOW" and make a dog "Meow",
Deep South, my hood got more slack,
Than 88 cowboys ridin' on horseback,
Top that, ha, the Mexican's all that,
Strike like a snake and attack like a Bobcat,
Like Capone on the microphone,
You be me and leave that pipe alone boy.
Huh....
H-Town represent, and we can do it like this...
Or we can do it like that....
Much love.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Latin Throne Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Marilyn Rylander)
[SPM]
Uhh....one time baby, yeah
Ain't no stoppin' this movement...gotta roll with it
[First Verse (SPM):]
Land of dum-dum, is where I come from
Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
A long, hard road for this, latin throne
You can catch me in the club in the, back alone
So, Mama's don't let your babies grow to be gangstas
Killas taught to not give a fuck, hit em up with sign language,
Reach for the stainless, leave 'em brainless,
I'm just explainin' how the game is
The strangest of things come to me at no surprise,
Fuck pea shooters, all my gats are supersized
Utilized all my allies, I run with bad guys,
I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise
Man cries if he was blessed with a heart,
But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park
Once again it's Mister SPM,
And the shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
He's a hustler
He's a baller
He sits on the
Latin Throne
He's a hustler
He's a baller
He sits on the
Latin Throne
[Second Verse (SPM):]
We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp bars
The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
So bizarre how so many bullets miss my head,
I told my Mom, that I'm gonna stick with this instead
Fuck the crack rock , I rapped and hit the jackpot
Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
Got more ends, bought my Mom a Gold Benz,
But she worry cuz I still got all my old friends
Hopin' that I slow up and change one day,
But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
I told my lady one day we gone be like the Brady's
But for now I teach her how to use this three eighty
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Three years and countin', I've been drinkin' from the music fountain
The Dopehouse sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain,
Who you doubtin'? This round is comin' out the South
I got non-believers with they foot in they mouth
I break guinesses, keep 'em off my premises,
Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper,
Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
But we can overcome the ghetto even G's without a mother,
Bread without butter, I came crawlin' out a gutter
Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler,
Fresh out the hood I was sellin' dope last summer
Servin' zombies, a following as big as Gandhi's,
Now I'm donkey dickin' Brunettes and Blondies
Jammin' Jon B., with bottles of Don P.,
The day of the Wetback has striked upon thee
[Chorus]
[SPM]
Uhh....one time baby, yeah
Ain't no stoppin' this movement...gotta roll with it
[First Verse (SPM):]
Land of dum-dum, is where I come from
Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son
A long, hard road for this, latin throne
You can catch me in the club in the, back alone
So, Mama's don't let your babies grow to be gangstas
Killas taught to not give a fuck, hit em up with sign language,
Reach for the stainless, leave 'em brainless,
I'm just explainin' how the game is
The strangest of things come to me at no surprise,
Fuck pea shooters, all my gats are supersized
Utilized all my allies, I run with bad guys,
I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise
Man cries if he was blessed with a heart,
But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park
Once again it's Mister SPM,
And the shit ain't gonna stop until I'm dead or in the pen
[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
He's a hustler
He's a baller
He sits on the
Latin Throne
He's a hustler
He's a baller
He sits on the
Latin Throne
[Second Verse (SPM):]
We shootin' stars, runnin' from cop cars
I got scars jumpin' metal gates and sharp bars
The hood is ours, save my pennies in a pickle jar
Everyday you see me in a different crackhead's car
So bizarre how so many bullets miss my head,
I told my Mom, that I'm gonna stick with this instead
Fuck the crack rock , I rapped and hit the jackpot
Now I'm on a plane writin' on my laptop
It's all wiggy rockin' city to city
But I still feel my past catchin' up with me
Got more ends, bought my Mom a Gold Benz,
But she worry cuz I still got all my old friends
Hopin' that I slow up and change one day,
But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way
I told my lady one day we gone be like the Brady's
But for now I teach her how to use this three eighty
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Three years and countin', I've been drinkin' from the music fountain
The Dopehouse sits in Houston like a fuckin' mountain,
Who you doubtin'? This round is comin' out the South
I got non-believers with they foot in they mouth
I break guinesses, keep 'em off my premises,
Used to be menaces, now our dreams limitless
Isn't this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper,
Niggas wantin' dope still hittin' up my beeper
But we can overcome the ghetto even G's without a mother,
Bread without butter, I came crawlin' out a gutter
Born hustler, used to drive an old gas guzzler,
Fresh out the hood I was sellin' dope last summer
Servin' zombies, a following as big as Gandhi's,
Now I'm donkey dickin' Brunettes and Blondies
Jammin' Jon B., with bottles of Don P.,
The day of the Wetback has striked upon thee
[Chorus]
Friday, October 3, 2008
Duh Duh Duh Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[SPM]
Fo sho
Ugh
[1st Verse]
It was me, Low G, and a couple of hoes
that we picked up in 2nd Ward on Avenue O
They want a cold cooler and a nick' sack of budda
I'm already high,
lost in the Bermuda
I got my six shooter
watch for the hoota
I'm quick on attack, just like the baracuda
Got a belly like a buddah
the pussy intruder
The "S" on my chest stands for Super Dee Duper
Cuz I'm a basketball hooper
Out-run the trooper
I'ma bring home the trophy like Cynthia Cooper
Cucaracha in my ashtray
a 40 on my lap
I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans and jacks
Slap hoes like a pimp
I spit like a snake
Get my cash with a rake
Break a hoe like a date
So, make no mistake
I bake cookies and cakes
In the Benz,
"SPM" on my lisence plates
[Chorus]
Duh Duuuuuh, Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
[2nd Verse]
I smile on camera like "Abracadabra"
and I fuck a bitch down like a took some Viagra
I'm a stabber, I'm a sticker. No soda with my liquor
I'm the quicker picker-upper, grab a slut and go trick her
Dick her down, slap her up, if she a stuck up tramp
Never run from no one cuz I might catch a cramp
Got niggas that kill for a five dollar bill
Snitches and pigs love each other cuz they both squeal
I'm the greasiest, grimiest, grusomist
as a kid they would say I was use-less
I chunk a duece and keep creepin' on my ten-speed
My heart was empty, but now I fuck 'em gently
In the Bently, niggas can't believe this
but for everything, I gots to thank Jesus
Blessin' me with extraordinary skills
Now everytime I rap you mutherfuckers get the chills
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
Platinum necklace
dope game specialist
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist
Wetback for President
Fuck an impressionist
Bitches cuss me out when I check my messeges
Dangerous family, bust cap like salary
Niggas try to swing for assault and battery
Musicly
I try to bring about unity
It's about you and me,
strengthen the community
Usually,
I blow, act stupidly
Niggas wanna shoot at me,
that shit ain't blue to me
Fluently,
I be surrounded my jealousy
but I kill the fuckin' players and the referee
I got jewels and gems
2000 Benz
People can't believe we some Mexicans
And if you hate, check me out Lo
if my name's in your mouth then my dick's down your throat
[Chorus]
Fo sho
Ugh
[1st Verse]
It was me, Low G, and a couple of hoes
that we picked up in 2nd Ward on Avenue O
They want a cold cooler and a nick' sack of budda
I'm already high,
lost in the Bermuda
I got my six shooter
watch for the hoota
I'm quick on attack, just like the baracuda
Got a belly like a buddah
the pussy intruder
The "S" on my chest stands for Super Dee Duper
Cuz I'm a basketball hooper
Out-run the trooper
I'ma bring home the trophy like Cynthia Cooper
Cucaracha in my ashtray
a 40 on my lap
I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans and jacks
Slap hoes like a pimp
I spit like a snake
Get my cash with a rake
Break a hoe like a date
So, make no mistake
I bake cookies and cakes
In the Benz,
"SPM" on my lisence plates
[Chorus]
Duh Duuuuuh, Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuuuuh
Duh Duh Duh Duh Duuh
[2nd Verse]
I smile on camera like "Abracadabra"
and I fuck a bitch down like a took some Viagra
I'm a stabber, I'm a sticker. No soda with my liquor
I'm the quicker picker-upper, grab a slut and go trick her
Dick her down, slap her up, if she a stuck up tramp
Never run from no one cuz I might catch a cramp
Got niggas that kill for a five dollar bill
Snitches and pigs love each other cuz they both squeal
I'm the greasiest, grimiest, grusomist
as a kid they would say I was use-less
I chunk a duece and keep creepin' on my ten-speed
My heart was empty, but now I fuck 'em gently
In the Bently, niggas can't believe this
but for everything, I gots to thank Jesus
Blessin' me with extraordinary skills
Now everytime I rap you mutherfuckers get the chills
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
Platinum necklace
dope game specialist
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist
Wetback for President
Fuck an impressionist
Bitches cuss me out when I check my messeges
Dangerous family, bust cap like salary
Niggas try to swing for assault and battery
Musicly
I try to bring about unity
It's about you and me,
strengthen the community
Usually,
I blow, act stupidly
Niggas wanna shoot at me,
that shit ain't blue to me
Fluently,
I be surrounded my jealousy
but I kill the fuckin' players and the referee
I got jewels and gems
2000 Benz
People can't believe we some Mexicans
And if you hate, check me out Lo
if my name's in your mouth then my dick's down your throat
[Chorus]
Monday, September 29, 2008
Problemas Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Man so many problems baby
We feena solve em cuzz
24-7 Hustlers know what I'm sayin
Dope House Records putting it down baby, 2000
[Verse 1]
Uh uh
See I grew up in life analyzing these stars
Wishing that was me on tv pricing them cars
But hell naw if you know me then you know I got scars
Situated within pertaining to the mind and spirit
Mental spiritual but one leg of the lyrical
Ability you feeling me the shit is slowly killing me
Dont need no bitch and fa sho fuck a friend
Im solo till the end I know one I depend
Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win
Fuck the competition and fuck an Expedition
I need paper in my hands to stop me from wishing
Cada noche y dia stoy cortando mi vida
No es mentira preguntale a mi nina
Como el jugador es mi negra bonita
Ora pongate mas cerquita
Y ponle atencion lo que dice Lupita
[Hook 1]
Ven a mi lado soy to ser apacionado
Todos tus problemas a mi lado an terminado
Vive la vida tranquila y sin fatigas
Deja la maldad que no ay otra salida
Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto
Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto
Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte
Siente mis labios son salientos con besarte
Buscandonos, amandonos, besandonos
Juntos al amanecer, al amanecer
[Verse 2]
My family neglected me
My pops was never there for me
Seems that noone cares for me
I gotta make choices carefully
Cuz cops keep on arresting me
And haters just keep on testing me
Trying to do my best but I know that deaths gonna be my destiny
Moms steady broke aint got no job
Never thought life would be this hard
Just gotta cope with the way its going and this pain I'm leaning toward
Dont wanna see my brother getting hurt or turning out like me
A hustla on these H-Town streets and ? on my balcony
I cant see the reason why I'm used to actin bad
Got me stressed and feeling mad
Look at the things I aint neva had
Cops had me dragged out my pad I cant take it anymore
Crooked laws killed my cousin Lalo at the age of 24
No remorse and revenge gotta keep things the way its been
Momma always taught me never to lose
I gotta stay true until the end
And everyday I'm watching my back
Keeping my hand up on my strap
And for the fact that I'm quick to act
You aint gonna get no second chance cuz its just like that
[Hook 2]
Ven a mi lado cuando stes desesperado
Todos tus problemas a mi lado se acabaron
Ya no te danies mas las heridas
Busca otra salida no mensiones la partida
Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto
Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto
Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte
Siente mis labios tan salientos por besarte
[Verse 3]
As a innocent child all you see is the silence
But once you grow into the world your introduced to the violence
No more innocence no more Christmas gifts
Heres a little example so I suggest you peep this
Man I thought I had a family other than my own
But now I'm facing reality as I'm sitting alone
I guess you have nobody when you are nobody
So I have to show these people how I gets it rowdy
No more sipping Bacardi and no more hitting the party
Im putting this shit down the right way
Without my mind looking cloudy
They say its better to give than it is to receive
Thats why I give nothing but love
And in return I just live
So nothing but hate I can see it
Swallowed up but just breathe
Cuz platinum I'm gon achieve
While you blowing on trees
Uh Murdaholics
24-7 Hustlas putting it down
2000
You already know scrilla
We got problems we feena solve em cuzz
Yeah you already know man
If it means jacking if it means robbing
Go out and get your shit nigga
Thats on the real
[Hook 3]
Besandonos, amandonos, besandonos
Juntos al amanecer
We feena solve em cuzz
24-7 Hustlers know what I'm sayin
Dope House Records putting it down baby, 2000
[Verse 1]
Uh uh
See I grew up in life analyzing these stars
Wishing that was me on tv pricing them cars
But hell naw if you know me then you know I got scars
Situated within pertaining to the mind and spirit
Mental spiritual but one leg of the lyrical
Ability you feeling me the shit is slowly killing me
Dont need no bitch and fa sho fuck a friend
Im solo till the end I know one I depend
Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win
Fuck the competition and fuck an Expedition
I need paper in my hands to stop me from wishing
Cada noche y dia stoy cortando mi vida
No es mentira preguntale a mi nina
Como el jugador es mi negra bonita
Ora pongate mas cerquita
Y ponle atencion lo que dice Lupita
[Hook 1]
Ven a mi lado soy to ser apacionado
Todos tus problemas a mi lado an terminado
Vive la vida tranquila y sin fatigas
Deja la maldad que no ay otra salida
Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto
Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto
Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte
Siente mis labios son salientos con besarte
Buscandonos, amandonos, besandonos
Juntos al amanecer, al amanecer
[Verse 2]
My family neglected me
My pops was never there for me
Seems that noone cares for me
I gotta make choices carefully
Cuz cops keep on arresting me
And haters just keep on testing me
Trying to do my best but I know that deaths gonna be my destiny
Moms steady broke aint got no job
Never thought life would be this hard
Just gotta cope with the way its going and this pain I'm leaning toward
Dont wanna see my brother getting hurt or turning out like me
A hustla on these H-Town streets and ? on my balcony
I cant see the reason why I'm used to actin bad
Got me stressed and feeling mad
Look at the things I aint neva had
Cops had me dragged out my pad I cant take it anymore
Crooked laws killed my cousin Lalo at the age of 24
No remorse and revenge gotta keep things the way its been
Momma always taught me never to lose
I gotta stay true until the end
And everyday I'm watching my back
Keeping my hand up on my strap
And for the fact that I'm quick to act
You aint gonna get no second chance cuz its just like that
[Hook 2]
Ven a mi lado cuando stes desesperado
Todos tus problemas a mi lado se acabaron
Ya no te danies mas las heridas
Busca otra salida no mensiones la partida
Soy como el agua perdida en el desierto
Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto
Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte
Siente mis labios tan salientos por besarte
[Verse 3]
As a innocent child all you see is the silence
But once you grow into the world your introduced to the violence
No more innocence no more Christmas gifts
Heres a little example so I suggest you peep this
Man I thought I had a family other than my own
But now I'm facing reality as I'm sitting alone
I guess you have nobody when you are nobody
So I have to show these people how I gets it rowdy
No more sipping Bacardi and no more hitting the party
Im putting this shit down the right way
Without my mind looking cloudy
They say its better to give than it is to receive
Thats why I give nothing but love
And in return I just live
So nothing but hate I can see it
Swallowed up but just breathe
Cuz platinum I'm gon achieve
While you blowing on trees
Uh Murdaholics
24-7 Hustlas putting it down
2000
You already know scrilla
We got problems we feena solve em cuzz
Yeah you already know man
If it means jacking if it means robbing
Go out and get your shit nigga
Thats on the real
[Hook 3]
Besandonos, amandonos, besandonos
Juntos al amanecer
Friday, September 26, 2008
Forgotten Verse Lyrics By South Park Mexican
Like that, mm.....
[Spoken:]
New cheese, cd's, and l.p's, playa hating lies raise of these
Fuck what your talking bout we from the south, we gonna put it down put it in
your face
Know what I'm saying?..
Yo man a nigga gotta say something to this track
I hate to interrupt y'll boys freestyling but we do it like this..
Mother fucker laid back in your cadillac
let me jump in your trunk like back to back
Stayed real for life, roll down south
Fixing to rent shop with the home town crowd
My alias be that South Park Mexican
flowing throw your veins like medicine
You got freestyle, wanna be down
real ballers fight for the rebound
G-town to mother fucking B-town, creep around
every body G'ed out
I cant see how you can take me out, ???, make a dog meow
Deep south, my hood got more slack than eighty eight cowboys riding on
horseback
Top that, uh, the Mexicans all that
Strike like a snack and attack like a bobcat
Like Capone on the microphone, you beat me leave that pipe alone boy
[Spoken:]
New cheese, cd's, and l.p's, playa hating lies raise of these
Fuck what your talking bout we from the south, we gonna put it down put it in
your face
Know what I'm saying?..
Yo man a nigga gotta say something to this track
I hate to interrupt y'll boys freestyling but we do it like this..
Mother fucker laid back in your cadillac
let me jump in your trunk like back to back
Stayed real for life, roll down south
Fixing to rent shop with the home town crowd
My alias be that South Park Mexican
flowing throw your veins like medicine
You got freestyle, wanna be down
real ballers fight for the rebound
G-town to mother fucking B-town, creep around
every body G'ed out
I cant see how you can take me out, ???, make a dog meow
Deep south, my hood got more slack than eighty eight cowboys riding on
horseback
Top that, uh, the Mexicans all that
Strike like a snack and attack like a bobcat
Like Capone on the microphone, you beat me leave that pipe alone boy
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Suckaz N Hataz Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[Intro: Uchie]
It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this
[Chorus: JC & (Uchie)]
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing with me)
[South Park Mexican]
I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I push
Just bought a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could tell I'm fucked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican]
This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope
The only time I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked
Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette
Valet park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican]
I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get home
You want to be hard, I'll freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha ha yo
[Chorus]
[Outro: Uchie]
What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya heard me
Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh listen
[Uchie]
Hold up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers, I'm out
It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this
[Chorus: JC & (Uchie)]
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing with me)
[South Park Mexican]
I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I push
Just bought a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could tell I'm fucked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican]
This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope
The only time I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked
Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette
Valet park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha
[Chorus]
[South Park Mexican]
I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get home
You want to be hard, I'll freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha ha yo
[Chorus]
[Outro: Uchie]
What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya heard me
Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh listen
[Uchie]
Hold up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers, I'm out
Saturday, September 20, 2008
City Of Dank Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Baby Beesh, Ike Man)
[Baby Beesh]
It's your boy, Baby beesherelli mane,
La Velvet clika,
Representin' that yay area dogg,
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin
[SPM]
Mister S-P baby
[Baby Beesh]
S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican,
With my nephew, young Happy P,
Man on the track, one love,
[SPM]
One time for that Ikie
[Baby Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane,
Houston, Texas mane,
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane, check it out
[Chorus (Baby Beesh & Ikeman):]
[Baby Beesh]
Where I come from, the city of dank,
Where niggas shoot hop, snort, and smoke crank,
Where anything's possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
[Ikeman]
Well I come from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride and drip paint,
Grip the grain, switch the lane,
Swingin' on them thangs,
Got the trunk with the bang cuz the South on there stayin'
[First Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's can't help it,
We love our money green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it cuz every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some more in case you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now every hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we tweekin' or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley jokers what we ran with,
And them haters just can't stand it,
They frantic cuz us hispanics,
Gigantic like the Titanic nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane,
I'd like to praise the Mac God for showin' me the game
[Chorus]
[Second Verse (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas double R we goin' hard,
Down South we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For those that don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it takes time to make 'em blind,
I'm on the grind to go and get,
I got my gangsta ready to spit,
I-K-E about my digits,
Feds want me cuz I did it,
I done flipped it into green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the scene with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump they can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know it's over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like some G's,
Makin' money from these ki's,
Every block we touch bleeds,
About to put this game on freeze
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Jack Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' down a train track,
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' with strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My only dance floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta
[Chorus]
[Baby Beesh]
It's your boy, Baby beesherelli mane,
La Velvet clika,
Representin' that yay area dogg,
Down South mane, Houston, Texas mane, with my smokin' cousin
[SPM]
Mister S-P baby
[Baby Beesh]
S-P-M baby boy, South Park Mexican,
With my nephew, young Happy P,
Man on the track, one love,
[SPM]
One time for that Ikie
[Baby Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane,
Houston, Texas mane,
We fixin' to show you how we get down mane, check it out
[Chorus (Baby Beesh & Ikeman):]
[Baby Beesh]
Where I come from, the city of dank,
Where niggas shoot hop, snort, and smoke crank,
Where anything's possible and nothin' fa sho,
High off Khadafi mixed with blow
[Ikeman]
Well I come from, the city of drank,
Where niggas drop tar, ride and drip paint,
Grip the grain, switch the lane,
Swingin' on them thangs,
Got the trunk with the bang cuz the South on there stayin'
[First Verse (Baby Beesh):]
Some of you G's can't help it,
We love our money green like the Boston Celtics,
They felt it cuz every saucy Chicano's down with Latino Velvet,
Don't get it twisted, we got some more in case you missed it,
Straight from the Buh-ay, where them niggas keep it playeristic,
Now every hour, a coward is devoured,
Some perkin', off the powder, some slangin' go mental flowers,
Smokin' cavys in the Navi, or the four door fleetwood caddy,
Geekin', while we tweekin' or smellin' the puporalli,
Valley jokers what we ran with,
And them haters just can't stand it,
They frantic cuz us hispanics,
Gigantic like the Titanic nigga,
Seven seas, I'm tryin' to cop seven keys,
All folks with the 2-0-9's got whole ones for eleven G's,
So I ain't passin' Baby Beesh all about that scrilla scratchin',
Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion,
Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane,
I'd like to praise the Mac God for showin' me the game
[Chorus]
[Second Verse (Ike Man):]
Off the top, all us realas double R we goin' hard,
Down South we hit the bar, smokin' 'dro up in the guards,
Foreign car we send low, bout my fetty and the dough,
For those that don't know it's three and a quarter for the bow,
Lime green lil' apartment, kind that make you wanna rhyme,
But oh, dollar shine, it takes time to make 'em blind,
I'm on the grind to go and get,
I got my gangsta ready to spit,
I-K-E about my digits,
Feds want me cuz I did it,
I done flipped it into green, with my cousin' lil' beam,
We be hoggin' up the scene with our mugs on mean,
7-1-3, we coldest, from the jump they can't hold us,
Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know it's over,
I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh,
Down to make major cash from the bay to seven one tre,
That's how we do it like some G's,
Makin' money from these ki's,
Every block we touch bleeds,
About to put this game on freeze
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Cognac sipper, born to crack flipper,
Jugglin' hoes like my boy Jack Tripper,
Glass slippers, on my smoke ray Lac,
I was broke way back, walkin' down a train track,
Mary Jane sacks gave my ass a brain lapse,
Insane raps ridin' with strange cats,
Plain gats, nothin' special but do the job,
Rollin' 'round tryin' to find someone new to rob,
A lot of what you smoke, a lot of what you snort,
Playin' crack bars seemed to be my favorite sport,
My only dance floor was the hot corner store,
Beat 'em down, hol' 'em up, that boy don't want 'em no more,
Chest cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a,
Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor,
Lead blaster, I hope it hits you where it has to,
It's the S-P-M sippin' syrup mixed with Shasta
[Chorus]
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Follow My Lead Lyrics By South Park Mexican
[First Verse]
Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
Getting' Jags and Testerosas
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
[Chorus:]
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. [x3]
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. [x5]
[Second Verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
I come through with the blue Coug
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
Cuz it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Little Christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'
Got a line and he went fishin'
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
Representing of the way Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
Chevy on perely
Nigga I be sippin' lean
And I'm counting green
Cuz boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
[Chorus]
[Third Verse]
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
Momma mad, cuz I just just failed my piss test
Brain deader than a door knob
This is, for my road dog
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
The one to put a dope house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
My door got kicked in once before
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
I put holes up in they asses
Broke em' like some glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
[Chorus]
Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
Squares don't understando
Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the
Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
Getting' Jags and Testerosas
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
[Chorus:]
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. [x3]
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. [x5]
[Second Verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol
I come through with the blue Coug
And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo
I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind
Cuz it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in your spine
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
Boy I beat yo lil' behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine
Little Christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'
Got a line and he went fishin'
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
Nigga I'm the one, the Christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes
Representing of the way Houston
These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS
Chevy on perely
Nigga I be sippin' lean
And I'm counting green
Cuz boy I'm all about my feria (feria).
[Chorus]
[Third Verse]
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
Momma mad, cuz I just just failed my piss test
Brain deader than a door knob
This is, for my road dog
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
The one to put a dope house
I'm sorry but it won't stop
My door got kicked in once before
And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more
I put holes up in they asses
Broke em' like some glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.
[Chorus]
Friday, September 12, 2008
One Of Those Nights Lyrics By South Park Mexican
(feat. Ayana, Uchie)
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
[SPM]
We from the H home boy
Hustle Town Texas
A.K.A Screwston, O's and X's
And you plexas leavin in stretchers
Ya'll aint deep enough
you need to call up your extras
Hater hurter, the mic I'ma murda
Swanger and a swerver
with a jar that say gurba
I aint the biggest, Im the baddest
Servin dope addicts, bad temper, bad
manners, and bad habit's
It dont matter muthafucka, if you need it
I can send them to the valley pick aˆ?em up and retrieve aˆ?em
Association by affiliation
about to hit 200 on the freeway when you see me racing
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[Uchie]
In the hilla, with my killa
blowin hogwa
See me comin in the Benz or the Jaguar
And them niggas say aˆ?Uch thats a bad car.aˆ?
Young gangsta but heading like Haggler
And tell them money aint the answer to your problem
Got the monkey on my back and I cant drop aˆ?em
In the city where the cop can get wiggy
Everybody do this to the piggy
If you want to sip one the remy
I appreciate the love that you give me
So tonight, I'ma chill and write lyrics
And smoke dro with my girl-friends parents
FOLLOW ME!
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[SPM]
I'm a Screwston sipper
microphone ripper
I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter
Jump my 45er
race car driver
Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva
Love for the South sider and the North sider
I might accidently get you for your lighter
I'ma street fighter
some dont like the
boy that got more snow flake than Tony the Tiger
I'ma get a Viper
who wants the Benz?
I'ma represent S.U.C. and Dead Endz
Fall in the place
fine hos in my face
Peace to Engrando and the D-H
Love for the East side
And the South West
Ecko on my chest
and I sit on the Guess
Packin my pump
pass me the blunt
Fuck goin gold
Im just trying to win the Cannibus cup
WHAT???
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
[SPM]
We from the H home boy
Hustle Town Texas
A.K.A Screwston, O's and X's
And you plexas leavin in stretchers
Ya'll aint deep enough
you need to call up your extras
Hater hurter, the mic I'ma murda
Swanger and a swerver
with a jar that say gurba
I aint the biggest, Im the baddest
Servin dope addicts, bad temper, bad
manners, and bad habit's
It dont matter muthafucka, if you need it
I can send them to the valley pick aˆ?em up and retrieve aˆ?em
Association by affiliation
about to hit 200 on the freeway when you see me racing
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[Uchie]
In the hilla, with my killa
blowin hogwa
See me comin in the Benz or the Jaguar
And them niggas say aˆ?Uch thats a bad car.aˆ?
Young gangsta but heading like Haggler
And tell them money aint the answer to your problem
Got the monkey on my back and I cant drop aˆ?em
In the city where the cop can get wiggy
Everybody do this to the piggy
If you want to sip one the remy
I appreciate the love that you give me
So tonight, I'ma chill and write lyrics
And smoke dro with my girl-friends parents
FOLLOW ME!
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[SPM]
I'm a Screwston sipper
microphone ripper
I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter
Jump my 45er
race car driver
Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva
Love for the South sider and the North sider
I might accidently get you for your lighter
I'ma street fighter
some dont like the
boy that got more snow flake than Tony the Tiger
I'ma get a Viper
who wants the Benz?
I'ma represent S.U.C. and Dead Endz
Fall in the place
fine hos in my face
Peace to Engrando and the D-H
Love for the East side
And the South West
Ecko on my chest
and I sit on the Guess
Packin my pump
pass me the blunt
Fuck goin gold
Im just trying to win the Cannibus cup
WHAT???
[Ayana]
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
smoked out with my friends
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
one of those nights again
Think it's gonna be one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
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