South Park Mexican - S.P. So Bastardly lyrics

[VERSE 1: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN] I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic On the back of his head SPM tatted Boys down with me, like 4 flat tires Got Benz's & 'Lac's & candy jaguars Try to make it rich, breakin' bricks My girl's name was c**aine, that's a crazy b**h Was my first love, that I will admit Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette. Do these rappers know how it really go? Or are they just another fake on the microphone? I listen to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat My homey's either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack Boys wanna' stare, take it to the square hoe. Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow? I know it don't stop, even though they try 45 years in this like a homicide. [CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN] Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily. Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily. [VERSE 2: COAST] The world has got me on edge I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge To where if I drop, then I'm dead Man, it's probably best 'Cause these days, innocent Mexican's get locked in the 'feds Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead Or popped of the d**h?? Now I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things 'Cause whoever says I just wanna see led fly The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lies I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape bang The caddy coop stay swangin' through the 2-way lanes So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently Out the dirty, throwed coast What the deal like baby, this is real life This is what it feels like, when you in the trill life This is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los I d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'. [CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN] Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily. Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily. [VERSE 3: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN] I'm a stay strong, stronger then they thought I made 'em so sick when I 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 that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it I spent it on my homies, I spent it on my kids I put a diamond necklace in my mama's fridge But all the jealousy kept me drugged up I try to stuff a f**in' whole ounce in 1 blunt So many enemies, for no good reason Guess they mad 'cause I make the dough look easy In the club, smokin' on a hog leg With some car friends wishin' I would drop dead Now that I'm on lock, they still can't take it Homey, I'm the king of this sh**, man face it. [CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN] Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily. Creep wit' me S.P. So ba*tardly & pull so fastily & pack so heavily.