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

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

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

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]

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]

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

Skit Lyrics By South Park Mexican

ahhh ahhh ahh damn that pussys good ahhh
[RING RING]
damn my fucking phone ahh
ah dont answer it hold up damn is my babys momma
if i dont answer she will como
over hold up just be queit dope house records
what u doin nuthin yea right y
did u took a long time to answer the phone
what u doin nuthin call me back
later whatever ok bye man carlos
why u got to lie to that girl like
that i didnt lie i told her i was nuttin hahha

Cookie Baker Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[hook]
home maka cookie baka i need a woman that can shake and baka
quarta key down to a oz down to a 22 a motha fukin stoned g
home maka cookie baka i need a woman that can shake and baka
l-b down to a k-p down to a oz down to swish a swish

to all my ladies in the world all my fishes in the sea to all my nigas who got
them gurls that are stuck on currency i do not know whut it feels like to let
em take all yo paper cuz i ever did i b a captain saver.let me show u how i
take a one head to know a paper let the gurl b done didnt even show a paer shes
a home maka baken cookie baka makin crunk luv while we watchin rickie laka not
a heart braka but a body stumulata one that ease yo mind the time we smokin a
pint we joke we let it go we loose control smoke this dope while we kick and
if you were stuck up hoe then bitch u better get wit it.several times severl
nights but you make my money rise all my fo's you despsie and you got me
hipnotized but im not gone on dope im stuck on curva c that woman cursin me i
like them certain things i wana..

[hook]
[spm]
when i saw you in the club gurl lookin so fine i knew i had to get closer to
bump and grind then i whispered in yo ear are you busy right now?u sed no slim
yo keys and said come on down so i could see you shake that ass gurl make it
bounce as i stack all my cash we be blowin an ounce so lets keep it a secret
keep it under the cover.dont tell a single soul not even yo motha.see all thse
chulas in my city comin through real , g string panties and shiney white
grills, mini skirts see through shirts hey look so cold it hurts end up in
pearl done the hurt as they run up in hurst as i swang and i swerve i check
hoes like a curve geeting head sippin syrup pussy peblo and herb.gurl do whut
you do and let me get you soaked as you ride, caress, suck and stroke

[hook]

she better be down the ride and i get high like fo me. sell dope like lottery
from powdery to powderey. do you see whut i see on the count of 1-2-3. she
jump on the count of 2 and beat me to the g .i got a thug that holla whut we
butt in the club shakin butt while im on stage showin me luv she seems to be
the one that momma warned me bout. do you know how ?? do it down south. gang
bangas set of trippa, paraken flippa, wood grain clippa, pre methodain zippa
clippa-----bitch run the lippa and if she go to battle she be sinkin yo shippa
dont trip cuz. cuz she flips dub.baby give me no and catch a quick buzz.dont
trip cuz cuz she flips dub.baby give me no and catch a quick buz a quick buzz

All Cot Up Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[SPM]
I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury
I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys
My homeboys name is lil troy, me my name is Carlos Coy
Roll on tweenty two inch alloys, but that'll neva be my pride and joy
My lil girl she off the hook, make my ass stop and read a book
On her stove know'n how to cook, now i know how an angel look
My beauty queen, My billy jean, some they come right in between
I dont let nobody fuck up my dreams, so i pack bubble gum machines
Everybody wanna wanna wanna be da king, bitch get off my dingaling
I'll soke yo ass in gaseline now listen to my fat girl sing

[Chorus x4]
He's all cot up

[SPM]
Me an my boys we sellin weed, still i gotta slang that pappy seed
Snatch yo bitch and rock a G, now bitch get yo ass of a me
Kick her out my fucken room, now they waken me up at noon
Fuck that shit i'll take my time, I aint leave till three o nine
Hold up maan now stop the lac, i think i forgot my bom bom sack
With my homeboy lonny mack, i'ma smoke till i have a uhh cardiac
Where my army at, stay on attack, one good shot and we all react
I smell a rat, so i feed the cat, me be cool oh neva that
My chedda's fat, i'll get the gat, botha my pockets hella fat
I'ma democrat, what the hell is that, take my shit betta mail it back

[Chorus]
He's all cot up
He's all cot uuuup
He's all cot up
When does the fucken first come in
He's all cot uuuup

[SPM]
Screwston tx were i roam, bought me home off a telephone
Took my wife on a trip to rome, bought girlfriend silicone
That vanilla bone, in the killa zone, 5 foot nine with high heellas on
I sipp batron, flip my phone, left that pearl white bitch alone
Most my friends aint around, dead, locked up, or just cant be found
I keep my lil girl safe and sound, daddy gonna buy a cinderella gown
And if that gown should disappear, heaven is real but it isnt here
You cant take no souviners, like those diamonds in your ears
Raised my daughter differently, cause the life i lived wont set me free
Write my list of enemies, and kill them hoes alphabetically
Uuhh

[Chorus]