[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 I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes

She was so precious, she was so bout it

I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it

I'm S-P Mexy, girls think I'm sexy

Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy

Now I'm in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo

With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo

I'm in the hotel, smoking that godel

Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail

Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne

With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king

I'ma sag my jeans, down to my knees

Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please

I'm so alert, boys getting hurt

Step to the S, I'ma let my gun squirt

I got to roll with the KNON

That's the dang home of the SPM

Oh my lord, it's such a pretty day

I love the D-Town and I think I'm gone stay

This for my Raza, I got a beer panza

I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha

Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah

I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them go 

hard on the mic

I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike

What's up to Maria, she from Handuras

My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists

I'm in my room, rolling up ganja

My mom's in the kitchen, rolling up masa

The whole metro plex, S-P Mex

My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X

I'ma pop one, guess it's time to get wiggy

Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney

Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed

Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed

Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux

Ask me if I'm fucked up, pretty much

Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch

Let's jump in my bathtub, bubble suds

I can see with my third eye, birds eye view

I got to sur-vive, so chew

We roll with the tech nine, teflon

This sign at the time man, all wrong

My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place

You talk shit, but never in my fucking face

Holler back if you can dude, murder rough

But I've only killed a hand fool, early yeah

I was drunk and was on caine

Now it's seven a.m. it's been a long day

I'm just trying to go to sleep, but I can't though

I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor

I just want to shoot in every direction

But I can't cause my kids is upstairs though

I look in the mirror I see Carlos

That's the cat that done lost all his marbles

I'ma go to the kitchen make some nachos

But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes

I got the new benz plus two cheves

On 19 inch choppers they don't make twenties

Enemies oh yeah man I got many

I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny

I'm a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble

Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her

See I'm the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan

Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon

Thick bitch, the only way I like them

She suck my dick but I'm playing on my trike

Weave out of line, so refreshing

Man they try to get me for some weed possession

I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac

I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back

I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me

Except the real niggas, the rest of y'all is ladies

Y'all should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas

I'm making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's



[Chorus - 2x]

The hood is the hood man

It don't matter where you from or what you claim

You still get your motherfucking cap pealed

Fucking with this tight circle that my click built



[South Park Mexican]

I'm with the Marco on the dang radio

I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow

I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello

I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow

See I got to get it, I'm super like unleaded

Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded

But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid

In my new crib freaking down a college student

Original gangsta, Houston I'ma thank you

Peace to my mama and my guardian angel

I'ma get a pager, I mean the two razor

I'ma hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia

I'm a hell raiser, from what the dang south

Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt

I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout

Peace to northeast in the what jail route

Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing

Ain't no way that SPM could be a human being

Thugging and I'm g-ing, my car is European

Got enough snow I could probably go skiing

I'ma throwed dude, game in a shoe

In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute

Man what's the dealy, hold them make them gilly

In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy

See I'm just Los, that's all I ever be

Y'all remember me from the what Reveille

Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D

E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P

Q-R-S-T, U to the V

X to the Y and finally the Z

Man that's the end, S-P to the M

Fin to go um, just ride in the wind