South Park - Woodson N Worthin lyrics

SPM: Smoke on the k** popped up on three wheel want another peel naw n***a I'ma chill gone off the X its the SP-Mex just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak I be freestyle flowing in my sleep out to Hous-tone that's my dam home I like to get high I eat a bowl of Honeycomb Man put em up man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette down for my raza mira lo que pasa when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas Ima throw vato like to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado 1 in a billion V-12 engine in the same city with Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa I be the sh** in spanish im the kaka I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister and my k**as got more pliers than wrencha gangsta gangsta read all about it 22 holes in ya' brand new outfit feestyle flow is all I come with I don't give a f** ya'll stupid dumb b**h in the land of g's smoking QP's Smoke on k** I'ma smoke trees man I get crunked do what with my thang swang lang lang in the mothaf**ing rain dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam a** I'ma get a gla** and than pour up some rasp mothaf**ing berry with a lil cherry my mothaf**in n***as is so dam very so dam very mothaf**in scary with the mothaf**ing what what the Dirty Harry I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I dont even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord whip them boys down with my microphone cord swore to the world diamonds and pearls all my girls dike like Lavurn and Shurl curl up my toes straw to the nose selling that cane to them bu*tnaked hoes man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets better tell ya boys to cool it cause I grab it and I pull it man Chorus X2: As I look up at the sky my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye my body temperature falls I'm shakin can they break in tryin to save a dog Second Verse: Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip but I talk sh** in the syrup I'ma sip peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no punk through from jump purple ice in my cup man i gotta have it I aint liein im in love with the codine on the Martin luther King left on cresmont