bitch you aint with my fam I don't cut for the jealous Guess where your gal is All on my weenie like mustard and relish [Chorus: Baby Beesh] Oh my my, oh
my dick 'til the shit turned white. I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA! I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until
She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white I thought to myself Sheeba sheeba got my ass lookin' like a zebra I put on my clothes and I was on my way
my dick 'til the shit turned white. I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA! I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way,
(feat. Lucky Luciano, Shyykidd, South Park Mexican) [Happy Perez] [scratching] "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin
get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park Mexican
off my samplin fee [Chorus: Max Mannili] Cause I'ma nigga that's so tight game tight Ya holla fo me say my name right name right I do my hustlin on my block my
In South Park We keep shit in the dark But you spread light to alotta dopehouses Told em ounces is why my Cadillac bounces That arouses killas in my
a detinator I'm from the streets of South Park, you ain't seen nothing I ain't bluffing, I push the fucking button I miss my freedom and my freedom misses
in my favorite avenue i tried it on my favorite shoes theres mississippi kentucky blue rhode island rage and a tennesee too see oklahoma or michigan theres a nevada see washington win oh
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night
rechop it [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] Smoking smelly Put a hole in your belly You wan't to test us oh really Got a call on my celley They
riddla aaaaaaaa What nigga? [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Silently I receive my degree I got my masters in dope fiend psychiatry Like the weed my brain
up when you hear my album The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha [Chorus] [South Park Mexican
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
my music My money, and I love my hood That's why I wish I hit the lotto To make it good (Dear God) I put grass in the park, it's where them little ones
And I'm Draped Up and dripped out Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] I got chicks like Pamela