Revenge Lyrics By South Park Mexican

[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]

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]

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......

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!

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

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 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]