South Park - City Of Dank Lyrics

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[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 'cause the south on there stayin'

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[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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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]

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