South Park Mexican - U know my name lyrics

SPM South Park Mexican SPM I'm SPM, You Know My Name I'm the one that came up but never changed I make my moves, life is what you choose I'm the one that spoke in different high schools Stay off the streets, homeboy you'll never win Your goin' 2 places: the graveyard or the pen Contradictions on my chest, lot's of lipstick on my clothes Can we ever be stopped? Only God knows South Park sunny side, I roll with the realest Represent my area from Hillwood to the village At the grocery store they used to look over my shoulder & saw a basket full of Arm & Hammer bakin' soda Conversation rules the nation, but in my hood Talk is cheaper than a old wet piece of plywood You boys is more phonier than cubic zerconia Make you s**ers pay the very day I get ahold of ya My name is.... [Chorus:] SPM South Park Mexican. [x2] Pa** the greenery, tweedle lee, tweedle la Layin' in my spa, takin' off my Heina's bra Me & the law, had problems in the past They smelled my gra**, but could never find my stash Who can it be? It's that boy Los I broke up with my chick 'cause my cash went up her nose I tell you what it was & I tell ya what it is There's 10 year old men & 50 year old kids My flow is legendary, on the 3rd of February I wrote this song at the old cemetary I did my time, no sunshine They must be gettin' bonus's for lockin' up my kind My name is.... [Chorus:] SPM South Park Mexican. [x4] You seen me & didn't believe me, now look The World is listenin' the movement is here, the day is here! We ain't stoppin' homey! We just gettin' started! I see you jealous, hateful people wishin' the worst for us! You'll pay like the last ones did! You'll pay this for my freedom! We'll never be the same! You'll never catch up! I fight hate with love! When I was young I used to be a shoe shiner & work for a dime as a newspaper part-timer Every now & then my real Dad would come around Born & raised in Houston, A.K.A. Hustletown My drop is on jock & my game is on lock My attic full of automatic weapons of a**ualt The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness Last year I took the record robbin' 40 dope dealers Dancin' with the wolves, man, my hood is jet black But they had love for the only wet back I got a sauna in my 80 foot bus We don't chase paper, paper chase us You Know My Name.... [Chorus:] SPM South Park Mexican. [x4] South Park Mexican South Park Mexican South Park Mexican South Park Mexican South Park Mexican