T.V. and no cartoons My heffer in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs [Chorus - 2x] [South Park
ahhh ahhh ahh damn that pussys good ahhh [RING RING] if i dont answer she will como damn my fucking phone ahh what u doin nuthin call me back ah dont
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
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
up JC [South Park Mexican] I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke Got married at the crack hotel in south
Chorus: JC ad libs] [Verse 2] I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette Like my girl sassy southern and
I'ma have to buy a raspa maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas Ima throw vato like to chase gato SPM mean South Park
(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
Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ask trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin
We heard the word now, we know just what you're thinkin' You want us dead now, you want to see us sinking We have no choice now, this is the game you'
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today. [Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit. [Girl] I dont know. It looks like another letter from
[SPM] Fresh off the cut, mama who? mama what? On the run so call me the perro Take a 40-ounce hard to the gut Ya'll gettin large, Dopehouse is larger
fake dont fake the funk Buy my batch and bake it up Taste my dope and numb your mouth Dumpin lead in Houston, Texas Got you bitches jumpin fences Pure cocaine straight from the south
before the motherf**king sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park and
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
[Verse 1] I'm meetin up with the governor 3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla Comin straight out the head though From the brain representin my ghetto Its a trip
roll cadilacs never ly on raps smok killer herbs til mi lungs collapse lost 2 grand last nite shootin craps then i hit the rits and bought a few laughs
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