Don't Hide It Lyrics By South Park Mexican

(feat. Bing, Grimm, Ikeman)

[Grimm]
Automatics be kicking, reloaded streets done exploded
And hopeless, lost on the dro'ded armored soldiers
The fully loadest, book was strong as bullets recorded lead oldies
Pour some mo', cause I got love for my dead homies
Playing bogus, reminiscing bout the days
Getting blazed, stay paid, cook my yay in microwaves
I was raised, learning plays off the pages of gangsta ways
Sharp as swisha blades, hard to finish my race
In your face, place to place flipping channels
Got the dope within the panels, from the Valley to Ingrando
Nothing we can't handle, mexicanos out of Texas
Running with the best cuz, fuck with nothing less cuz

[Chorus]
Boy don't you hide it, roll it up and light it
It's how we do it in the Southeast
When you ride you gotta pack your piece
It's all the same up in the Northeast
Boy don't you hide it, roll it up and light it
It's how we do it in the Northwest
Put to rest if you ain't wearing your vest
It's all the same down in the Southwest

[Bing]
The feds on me, I reminisce about my dead homies
Now that I'm investing, trying to put some lead on me
Cops on the licks, robbing boys off since
Who's next with the plex, we knocking boys off the deck
I'm known to reck I'm Bing, I ain't gon drop my flag
I drop my sample up, and I drop your ass
Pull out and smash, just a youngsta bout his cash
I'm the first and I'm the last, I-K-E bring it bad

[Ikeman]
We sideways on lock, Grimm, Ike and Bing gon hop
Southeast be Wreckshop, time to go blast up the block
Murder murder with the glock nigga, we bust shots nigga
With dead dots nigga, the feds hot
We the realest and what not, be killas that won't stop
You niggas is gon drop, fucking with the wrong block
Off the top, this one here is for my dead homies
I'm over here reminiscing when you bled on me

[Chorus]

[Grimm]
The game's headed worst, riding your homie in the hears
Done praying for his soul, at the church still it hurts
To know that he's gone, thought he'd live long
Hard to stay strong, wanna know what went wrong
Still ain't nothing you could do to bring your homie back
Steady puff, pour the boo remember rolling lac
Now there's more in the pack, and the Pac and the Bigg's
Eazy-E, the hardest rapper ever lived
In the minds and hearts, of playas, ballas and pimps
That don't refine the arts, of proper measurements
Setting presidents, for all the hustlas to come
That live and die by the gun, but still gon ride till they time come

[Chorus]

Spm Vs. Los Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[Los]
I was raised on beans and rice
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home cuz my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious talks
On how to keep the rats out the cereal box

[SPM]
I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's when you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only live once
Take your family vacation and relax for a month

[Los]
I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a camera
for every fuckin' inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me

[SPM]
Chill homie cut dad some slack
Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub
We was only seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't give up
And run around town not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took over Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to

[Los]
Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you

[gun shot]

Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot?
Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

All my people fight da evil
Some sniff paint and some shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone
Mad at me cuz I came up, I don't understand what y'all want

[SPM]
Say, Los, check this out, man

[Los]
What up, SPM?

[SPM]
Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out

[Los]
Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit

[SPM]
Ha-ha

Crazy Lady Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Everything would be okay
If you wasn't crazy
Why you trying to fade me
Just be a lady

No when we first met everything was really going cool
I had to catch myself cause I was digging you
At first it seemed, that you were the only one for me
But oh no, your crazy
Now I.m the type of nigga that just likes to keep it real
I likes to keep my mind focused on the real
Instead of you, trying to help me make my dreams come true
You start a mess, between me and my whole crew

[Hook]
Now what type of lady are you supposed to be
I think its best if you stay the hell away from me
Now what type of lady are you supposed to be
I think its best if you stay the fuck away from me

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Everything would be okay
If you wasn't crazy
Why you trying to fade me
Just be a lady

Ya know I can't be nobody but me that Russell Lee
What make you think you can come around and change me
Your breaking rules, showing up to my house without a call
Your doing dumbshit and you know that ain't gonna work it out
Ya know you ain't even right, ya damn sure ain't lady like
Ya screamin and scratching started fussing trying to start a fight
You really need to be gone, and leave me the hell alone
You actin like a lil girl how the fuck you say your grown
Playin on my phone won't say nothing but I know its you
What will it take for you to understand that we are through
[Phone ring twice]

Hello? Hello? & Bitch!

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Everything would be okay
If you wasn't crazy
Why you trying to fade me
Just be a lady

If only you were a lady and stopped actin so damn shady
You would be the luckiest women if didn't try to fade me
But you do, so the consequences is all on you
So don't get mad when you see me walking with another boo
I gotta go, you had your chance with me but there.s no more
Look at you looking pitiful crying lying on the floor
I wish there was another way that you can change my mind
You say that your sorry but some kind of way I think your lying
Everything would be okay
If yooooouuu was a lady
Everything would be okay
If yooooouuu wasn't crazy

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Everything would be okay
If you wasn't crazy
Why you trying to fade me
Just be a lady

Just be a lady
[Repeat 4x]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everything would be okay
If you wasn't crazy
Why you trying to fade me
Just be a lady

Just be a lady [echo]

Cool Enough Lyrics By South Park Mexican

(feat. JC)

[JC]
We had met, through a friend and then (uh huh, uh huh)
Thought we'd be together to the very end (uh huh, uh huh)
My partners told me you was about that dough (uh huh, uh ha ha)
But when they said it I was like hell no
Cause I knew that you was so special (so beautiful)
Started seeing signs but I wouldn't let go (uh, uh)
You complaining about my money cash flow (what)
Said it was a what, a bit too low (too low)
You was tripping on my boy's tahoe (uh huh, uh huh)
And told me why can't you be like that balling negro

[Chorus]
I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you, and that just wasn't cool enough
And now I'm back though, and rolling in my benzo
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you want to call me up

[JC]
Do you recall a trip to NYC (remember that)
I spent all the money that I made that week (working hard for my dough)
38 hours on my 9 to 5
No matter how I tried your ass was never satisfied
Go back in town and I'm driving us home (already)
Stop at the light and you jocking someone's clothes (what you looking at)
I knew right then it wouldn't be me (uh huh)
Relationship was history (out the door)
I just can't bring me back for no it watching h-o-e

[Chorus]

[South Park Mexican]
High priced hoochie, love that coochie
But I won't sit back and let a broad use me
Too much cash in my jeans left pocket
In the VIP blowing kill with the Rockets
Baller shot caller, sipping alcahola
Dopehouse after-party, everybody follow
Don't trip, I got it real sick now-a-days
Six police that be earining they pay
Breaking up fights, and shining they lights
Take them all to jail till they learn to be nice
Jose, and my boy Mario
Brought a truck full of bud, we gone party yo

[Chorus]

Penitentiary Flow Lyrics By South Park Mexican

Here we go
Say this is freestyle flow from the penitentiary
SP on lock from the greed and jealousy
I'ma pay back soon, momma don't cry
Stay strong no matter what, even if I die
I hold it down, and still got more trees than Christmas
I'ma try to freestyle for about ninety-three minutes
In the days as a youngster at the Quick Snap
It was me, Pity Pat and his younger bother Black
Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie, Mushey
Lil' Anthony, Craig, and my nigga Abrae
Berry stealing cars and Raymond started smokin'
Five-O's raided houses like they playin' for Oakland
Jump out boys tryin' to catch Mr. Coy
Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Pink Floyd
We looked up to drug dealers, growing up fast
I lost an ounce down the sink cause I use the wrong glass
Fuck pickle jars and mayonnaise too
I bought a pyrex at the U of H school
I acted like a student, they tried to make me prove it
Mexicans in college, son are you stupid?
Stupid is what stupid does, then they all just looked at us
Finally they sold them to me, I went home and cooked it up
Rockafella a cappella I could just go on for eva
Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer sweater
Spray that bam on my leather
Like girls spray perfume on a letter
SPM hard as ever, c'mon yall all together
Cali back to Harlingen, theres no need for arguing
I'm the hardest on this mic, ma'an they know what is happenin'
uh ma'an

H-town G-funk Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[First Verse]
My sweet Lac fall back just creepin' on three wheels
A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills
I see meals, coming down my path
In the ghetto cat's wrath making math
I'm the last to blast, on that ass now you the past
It's no joke you get smoked like buddah grass
Who the fastest punk em' like cashes
And when I crash this you catch whiplashes
Bitch I'm on a mission to listen and give descriptions
Hung G's in my hood in their intentions
I hear gunshots ringing like hell's bells
I see drug sells check out my thug tales
Fuck jails, bank swells keeps hella grip
And I can sell dope on ice, and never slip
They serving Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cooking bricks
Save my crumbs for the ones who sucking dicks
I made it rich on the ditch you quick snap
I left that cut now they wonder where the brick's at
My green shit stacks, still clip packs
Thirty-six lead homies so don't trip jack
It's the wet back hitting on the bongs
Son in the long run, I'll be the strong one.

[Chorus: (4X)]
If you step in my hood bitch you will get blasted
It's nothin but that h-town g-funk

(Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.)

[Second Verse]
I told yah, boy you must have caught amnesia
Trying to jack now you're on your back breathing anastesia
You got blasted cuz you trespassed it
They never lasted, in the game I mastered
You stupid bastard, tell me what's your final word
Before I let this lead tip hit your spinal cord
Oh you was ready just begging to gank me
Now your ass is just dead and stanky
I put my foot in your shit like the hokey pokey
Leave the scene, now everything's okie dokie
Your homies know me, but they won't fuck with this
Cuz now they know that I could show buck a bitch
I'm the macker plus the gun packer
So you little jackers best stick to crackers
Cuz fucking with this mex gets your neck broke
Stuck like chuck straight fucked and in check Loc
Cuz I think fast when I'm in the slow lane
Get in my domain and fall back with no brain
So dont raid, or try to rain on my parade
Cuz i'm strapped from my blade, to my grenade.

[Chorus]

[Third Verse]
My sweet Texas, restless, wanting to ride Lexus
Check this or flex this, I get wreckless
Unbelievable lyrical synical
Here we go mary go round I down critical
Street stamina dammin' a cop
Slammin' a punk, and jam in my funk
I'm the man with the skill foreal
Guard my grill with steel, on Sundays I kneel
On my knees to Jesus, please seize us
Cuz my boy's in trouble, and he needs us
Got a bat, my homie's on the double
Punks want trouble, I bam bam rubble
Still the son of a gun having big fun
Come and get some, I leave you wet mon
Fill your lead with an infared
I put the best to bed, they call him dead fucking fred
Shed my skin like a snake on a vine
Climbing on the crime side, coming around the blind side
We fall in ranks like a motherfucking pyramid
And I'm the top block will I stop never did
Make you pass the 9th grade, but got life made
Chose that dope and I hope I picked the right trade.

[Chorus]