a astranot im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican ah oh radio radio radio im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican radio
nigga, my nigga My Nigga SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL [*gunshots*] SOUTH PARK
sure you want to, take me to war I got my G's, I got my team Put me down for murda in first degree My clip is full, but that'll change Heard you got
[SPM] I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is
Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin
is weed and alcohol I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink I'm from Hillwood
to my boys up in Pasadene Its all sweet and beautiful Shine my nails and cuticles My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" [Chorus: Ayana] High Everyday Dopehouse G's Who never
out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio
ripper I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter Jump my 45er race car driver Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva Love for the South sider and
do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus] [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin lot Parkin a
saving aluminum cans I'm swanging and swerving Woozing and worthing Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon But that was '82 I was acting a fool The only Mexican
batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box [SPM] I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never
funeral [Chorus] All my friends are in the dead end street Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P You cant win there aint no way no how Clock your change and
hell (yo) Fresh off the motherfuckin crack hotel (Uh-huh) The young nigga, knock-a knock a nigga out quick (POP!) Ya'll heard a new jam called "We bout sick" (Hehe) With the mexicans
bought it off the lot But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark South Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark Money ain't a thing, never will I love it Guess
V. and no cartoons My heffer in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs [Chorus - 2x] [South Park Mexican
up JC [South Park Mexican] I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke Got married at the crack hotel in south
