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South Park Mexican lyrics Dallas To Houston lyrics [South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes She was so precious, she was so bout it I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it I'm S-P Mexy, girls think I'm sexy Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy Now I'm in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo I'm in the hotel, smoking that godel Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king I'ma sag my jeans, down to my knees Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please I'm so alert, boys getting hurt Step to the S, I'ma let my gun squirt I got to roll with the K and no in That's the dang home of the SPM Oh my lord, it's such a pretty day I love the D-Town and I think I'm gone stay This for my Raza, I got a beer panza I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them go hard on the mic I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike What's up to Maria, she from Handuras My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists I'm in my room, rolling up ganja My mom's in the kitchen, rolling up masa The whole metro plex, S-P Mex My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X I'ma pop one, guess it's time to get wiggy Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux Ask me if I'm fucked up, pretty much Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch Let's jump in my bathtub, bubble suds I can see with my third eye, birds eye view I got to sur-vive, so chew We roll with the tech nine, teflon This sign at the time man, all wrong My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place You talk shit, but never in my fucking face Holler back if you can dude, murder rough But I've only killed a hand fool, early yeah I was drunk and was on caine Now it's seven a.m. it's been a long day I'm just trying to go to sleep, but I can't though I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor I just want to shoot in every direction But I can't cause my kids is upstairs though I look in the mirror I see Carlos That's the cat that done lost all his marbles I'ma go to the kitchen make some nachos But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes I got the new benz plus two cheves On 19 inch choppers they don't make twenties Enemies oh yeah man I got many I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny I'm a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her See I'm the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon Thick bitch, the only way I like them She suck my dick but I'm playing on my trike Weave out of line, so refreshing Man they try to get me for some weed possession I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas, the rest of y'all is ladies Y'all should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas I'm making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's [Chorus - 2x] The hood is the hood man It don't matter where you from or what you claim You still get your motherfucking cap pealed Fucking with this tight circle that my click built [South Park Mexican] I'm with the Marco on the dang radio I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow See I got to get it, I'm super like unleaded Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid In my new crib freaking down a college student Original gangsta, Houston I'ma thank you Peace to my mama and my guardian angel I'ma get a pager, I mean the two razor I'ma hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia I'm a hell raiser, from what the dang south Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout Peace to northeast in the what jail route Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing Ain't no way that SPM could be a human being Thugging and I'm g-ing, my car is European Got enough snow I could probably go skiing I'ma throwed dude, game in a shoe In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute Man what's the dealy, hold them make them gilly In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy See I'm just Los, that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V X to the Y and finally the Z Man that's the end, S-P to the M Fin to go um, just ride in the wind Other South Park Mexican lyrics: Streets On Beats lyrics Riddla On Da Roof lyrics Night Shift lyrics Block Of Rock (For Years) lyrics Mary-Go-Round lyrics Wizard Of Oz lyrics Hustle Town lyrics Dope House Intro lyrics You Know My Name lyrics Follow My Lead lyrics 2 Joints lyrics Dope Game lyrics Rollin' lyrics Child Of The Ghetto lyrics Watch The Block Bleed lyrics I Wanna Know Her Name lyrics Styrofoam Cup lyrics Meet Your Fate lyrics Cookie Baker lyrics We Did Dat lyrics Crazy Lady lyrics Whatever You Do lyrics I Am Your Future lyrics Problemas lyrics Hillwood Hustlaz II lyrics Oh My My lyrics Twice Last Night lyrics Ooh Wee lyrics Boys On Da Cut lyrics Medicine lyrics He's A Bird, He's A Plane lyrics Throw Away Gats lyrics My Feria lyrics Burn Us Alive lyrics Somethin' I Would Do lyrics You Know My Name (Remix) lyrics Anything Goes lyrics Country Life lyrics Don't Let Them Foolya lyrics Time Is Money lyrics The Beach House lyrics Woodson N Worthin lyrics Red Beams And Rice lyrics Suckaz N Hataz lyrics Latola lyrics Get Yo Guns lyrics Lord Loco's Melody lyrics Skit lyrics Screwed Up Tape lyrics I Need A Sweet lyrics |