South Park Mexican - Beach House lyrics

[South Park Mexican talkin':] Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit For my n***a, Filero on this biotch. Yo, what's up, what's up JC? Man it's real man, here we go. [South Park Mexican:] I'm a have to smoke, I'm a have to f**in' toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke No damn hope, I 'loc with the game Got married at the crack hotel in south man Holla if you feel me, wet like willy Got my own island like that little n***a Gilly & the damn Skipper, f**in' that Ginger Could've played proball but I got injured Man I wouldn't kid ya, I'm a throw dew Got a fine b**h in the 6 0 2 It's more on the menu, I'm a get in ya You watch Ms. America 'cause I f**ed Ms. Virginia I'm known to burst. Scared? Go to church Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch I'm a scrape the curbs with my brand new 20's Go buy some more 'cause to me is just pennies I won 2 emmy's, man I win awards Got so much heat I could open up your pours Fresh out the county, fresh like downy Now my mama high 'cause she ate my weed brownies Now she trippin' callin' 911 I'm sad 'cause she called me a what a bad son But I promise it's gon' wear off soon Do what I do & just watch some cartoons I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used 'Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom I'm about the shrooms, I'm a spread the news SPM undefeated can't lose Hit the dank smooth, all night long I love mama tattooed on my arm Dope House charm, with the diamonds in it I'm a f** Missy Elliot for 1 minute Then I'll be finished, I smoke spinach Just like Popeye except a little different I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic I got more brown bags than shoes & Sonic Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle Never love a b**h 'cause I just don't trust her Never popped this question, I'm a stay a bachelor I'm in the kitchen flippin' cookies with my spatula Do what I have to, on the 3rd chapter Talk with my glock when I come holla at ya Call me the greaser, roach & a tweezer Don't f** with that n***a 'cause he's a Muthaf**in' k**er out the Hiller, c**aine dealer Get my sh** off a 18 wheeler My n***as, n***as, bar sippers Now I'm packin' flippers, large old flippers. [Chorus: Scratching] I'm a Roll 84's 'til them hoes start clackin'. If you want to jack, I got somethin' for ya. Stop at chimmy change for the beans & rice. Then to the store I need a 40 & some dice. Hillwood hustla, never caught sleepin'. Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer. Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya... Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers. [South Park Mexican:] You can play hockey, I'm a play hookie On the mic n***as sayin' I'm the dookie They tryin' to shoot me 'cause I'm makin' movies Went gold twice, buy ice & rubies I'm a eat at Lugies, save my doobies She in a D cup 'cause I bought them b**bies I'm a take the tuna, shoes are puma I'm a go on vacation to Blue Lagoona 'Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba I'm a eat a bowl of beans & I'm a play the tuba See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know That I'm with a swamp thing & Papa Dough & he frozen, got the what house on the ocean f** her in the a** with some suntan lotion All in the Oakland, where people could see My next door neighbor's takin' pictures of me I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand Bought the lot & told the cops get off of my land With my barbie, I'm a throw a party They want my autograph but I don't got a Sharpie No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee About to throw up b**h get the f** off me But anyway man, hold them up, who is you You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearin' blue But you s** a good dick, so I won't say sh** Then I saw the b**h kissin' on my boy Nick But what he don't know ain't gon' hurt him though But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll Man, I'm a have to tell him that his album s**s & he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet Take her to the store & tell that b**h to brush her teeth. [Chorus: Scratching] I'm a Roll 84's 'til them hoes start clackin'. If you want to jack, I got somethin' for ya. Stop at chimmy change for the beans & rice. Then to the store I need a 40 & some dice. Hillwood hustla, never caught sleepin'. Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer. Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya... Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers.