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Whats the man, we back in this camp
I'm this right here off the shot of ? my boy Flaco gave me you heard..

Crease in my pants as I dance with the
I used to ride a bike that only had one
No nike kicks, broke than a
I comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma flip it a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life with they and they wifes
They I would die as my lil' girl cries
Always knew these hoes would be coming for me
But my comeback's gone be to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
say I'm hispanic around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say that
Why the fuck is you acting to represent

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Everytime the wind blows I reach for my
Peace to Sam and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you a few pages
To write on my mind and record a few tapes and
the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boat
My money tripled like the chin on a fatman
But haters could they hate yo I was kinda bored
You know I be the Dope House spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw
And also how a body fits in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
I pull more stunts than Knievel, it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I you had some heat too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em like huskys
And still smoke the finest, by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You should know by know, I don't aim for the

Everybody round the fire, blow like a dryer
run a lil' something by ya
In the is nothing like you've ever known
Soy el pelon de Houston con fe y
Estereo, en serio, Houston hasta
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores
Juan bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa y dile que te respete
Cuando tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
me llamo Rolando Mota

Every time the wind blows I for my heat
And these are just the diaries SPM wrote
And are just the diaries that SPM wrote
And these are just the diaries that SPM