(SPM) I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is
Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ask trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin
want to, take me to war = HOOK x2 = I got my G's, I got my team Put me down for murda in first degree My clip is full, but that'll change Heard you got
is weed and alcohol I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink I'm from Hillwood
[SPM] Fresh off the cut, mama who? mama what? On the run so call me the perro Take a 40-ounce hard to the gut Ya'll gettin large, Dopehouse is larger
With the sack of geen but no gasoline Shine my nails and cuticles Its all sweet and beautiful My duely truck got 7 screens Watchin "Me, Myself, and Irene" High Everyday [Chorus: Ayana] Who never
before the motherf**king sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park and
nigga, my nigga My Nigga SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL(*gunshots*) SOUTH PARK
roll cadilacs never ly on raps smok killer herbs til mi lungs collapse lost 2 grand last nite shootin craps then i hit the rits and bought a few laughs
Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (everybody) Stay on your grind (and can you feel me
do, I'm a goddamn fool I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school [Chorus] [Verse 2: Coast] And you can find me in a parkin lot Parkin a
of the funeral [Chorus] All my friends are in the dead end street Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P You cant win there aint no way no how Clock your change
microphone ripper I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter Jump my 45er race car driver Smoke so much kill I got no more saliva Love for the South
batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box [SPM] I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit We never
nigga, my nigga My Nigga SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL [*gunshots*] SOUTH PARK
sure you want to, take me to war I got my G's, I got my team Put me down for murda in first degree My clip is full, but that'll change Heard you got
[SPM] I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is
Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin
