South Park Mexican - Woodson N Worthin Lyrics

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[SPM:]

Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh

This is damm Filero this is damm Filero

He on the mothafucken what sobrero

The bake hood bring me some bake

Hey Filero pull up bass in this song

Man I don't hear no bass ok

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Here we go man

Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel

Want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill

Gone off the X it's the SP-Mex

Just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets

Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak

I be freestyle flowing in my sleep

Out to Hous-tone that's my dam home

I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb

Man put em up man I can't quit

I need a forty and a forty cigarette

Down for my raza mira lo que pasa

When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa

Maybe horchata check my palabras

I like girls with the real pretty patas

Ima throw vato back to chase gato

SPM mean South Park Mojado

1 in a billion V-12 engine

In the same city with Destiny's Children

I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa

I be the shit in Spanish I'm the caca

I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister

And my killas got more pliers than wrencha

Gangsta gangsta read all about it

22 holes in ya' brand new outfit

Feestyle flow is all I come with

I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch

In the land of g's smoking QP's

Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees

Man I get crunked do what with my thang

Swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain

Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb

I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb

Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass

I'ma get a glass and then pull up some rasp

Mothafucking berry with a lil cherry

My mothafuckin niggas is so dam very

So dam very mothafuckin scary

With the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry

I'ma say hi to my favorite cities

I don't even care if they what little bitty

I get on my knees and I thank the Lord

Whipping boys down with my microphone cord

Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls

All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl

Straw to the nose curl up my toes

Selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes

Man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets

Better tell ya boys to cool it

Cause I grab it and I pull it man

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[Chorus X2:]

As I look up at the sky

My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shakin can they break in

Tryin to save a dog

[Second Verse:]

Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip

But I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip

Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump

Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump

Trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup

Man I gotta have it I ain't lying I'm in love

With the codine on the Martin Luther King

Left on crest crump creep creep my sterling like a hole scene

I'm a mothafucken hook pirex get shoked

I sell dope on foot I'ma understand I'ma

Hustling man rock the white sand

Wash the white van get the fuck

Out if you see yall jump out

Undercover cops got their eyes

On the south just bought a house

Never took a louse everything

I got come from a quarter ounce

That's what I started in the game with

Niggas short stoping at the bunny what ridge

If they want bricks gotta come to the

Hill taking no less than a ten dollar bill

You can have the three five seven

Dollar pieces I'ma dress like a fein no

Gold and no creses I got my gun

No time for fun is saturday night

Slang till I see the sun peace

To Hulon and the what Tio drinking

In the plut and my nigga Pancho

Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green

Mothafucken Ken and my brother

Roni man can you see don't put it pass

Me fuck the R.I.P I die for my G in the

Orlens way back to scott plaza Woodson n Worthin

Patna cause as I hillwood hustla that's my damm click

Were we sell bricks and we like to

Fight pits I just had puppies but somebody

Stoled my dogs I'm telling young niggas I don't

Call the laws when I fucken catch you I'ma

Pistol whip you man better ask you older

Brother and sister look what you done it'll

Fell off the subject who wanna off my

Bananan republic man lets who back the

Clover land park bough my white teeth

From super k mart on this damm mic I go so hard

Forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car man

[Chorus X2:]

As I look up at the sky

My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shakin can they break in

Tryin to save a dog

(Low-G)

Time to reload shots trough your door

I love fucken action I could never say no

Duce doubled o duce till I go I wannna act

Dumb like I did one's before

Like toe to toe any day low but if

They know minute gone strike but the show

Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g

My last name is 187 shit is getting hicted

Thug and convicted they all want my dope

Cuz my shit is so addicted I'm down for my

Lana my shit is pure scama I'm riding on my low low

Banging screwed up Santana

[SPM]

What yall think me and Low- G wouln't ride

Together no more my boy working on shit

Getting it right coming out this year 2002 this is

For all the mamis but fuck yall if yall can't make

Tamales man this is for all my niggas I'm drunk

Nigga I got the hicups and it rhymes huh.

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