[South Mexican talking] Uh, yo, up the music a little bit For my nigga, Filero on this Yo, what's up, up JC Man it's real man, we go
[South Mexican] I'ma have to smoke, I'ma to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside No damn hope, I loc with the Got married at the crack in south man Holler if you me, wet like willy Got my own island like that little nigga And the dang Skipper, that Ginger of played proball but I got injured Man I kid you, I'ma throw dew Got a bitch in the 6-0-2 It's more on the menu, get in you You Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia I'm known to burst, go to church Got the block hotter your girlfriend penurch I'ma scrape the curbs with my new twenties Go buy some more cause to me they just I won two emmys, man I win Got so much heat I could open up your Fresh out the county, fresh like Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed Now she calling 9-1-1 I'm sad cause she called me a a bad son But I promise it's gone wear off Do what I do and watch some cartoons I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel Cause a hoe just to get in my fruit of the loom I'm about the shrooms, I'ma the news SPM undefeated lose Hit the dank smooth, all long I love mama on my arm charm, with the diamonds in it I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one I be finished, I smoke spinach Just Popeye except a little different I sell but I smoke hydro ponic I got more brown bags than and sonic Man I'm on it, I I'm on my hustle love a bitch cause I just don't trust her Never popped the question, stay a bachelor I'm in the flipping cookies with my spatula Do what I to, on the third chapter Talk with my glock I come holler at you Call me the greaser, and a tweezer Don't fuck with that nigga cause a Motherfucking out the Hilla, cocaine dealer Get my shit off a eighteen My niggas, niggas, bar Now I'm packing flippers, large old
[Chorus: Roll 80 vogues till hoes start clacking If you to jack, I got something for you Not the chimmy change for the and rice Then to the store I a 40 on some dice hustler, never caught sleeping Caught case so I got to call my lawyer Got a fine chick that look like Latoya Run you out my city like them Oilers
[South Park You can play hockey, play hookie On the mic niggas say that I'm the They trying to shoot me, cause I'm making Went gold twice, buy ice and I'ma eat at Lugies, my doobies She in a D cup cause I bought boobies I'ma take the tuna, shoes are I'ma go on vacation to Lagoona Cause I like to scuba, on the island eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also I'm with a swamp thing and Papa Dough And he frozen, got the house on the ocean Fuck her in the ass some suntan lotion All in the open, where could see My nextdoor taking pictures of me I'm a powerful man, I bought a on the sand the lot and told the cops get off of my land With my barbie, I'ma a party They want my autograph but I don't got a No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some About to throw up get the fuck off me But anyway man, hold up, who is you You my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue But you a good dick, so I won't say shit I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick But what he don't know ain't hurt him though But hold up when he hear this he'll be swoll Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it So let it be a lesson any girl that you Take her to the store and tell bitch to brush her teeth