South Park Mexican Beach House текст песни, слова песни Beach House South Park Mexican
South Park Mexican - Beach House
Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biotch.
Yo, what's up, what's up JC?
Man it's real man, here we go.
[South Park Mexican:]
I'm a have to smoke, I'm a have to fuckin' toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I loc with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holla if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the damn Skipper, fuckin' that Ginger
Could've played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'm a throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6 0 2
It's more on the menu, I'm a get in ya
You watch Ms. America 'cause I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst. Scared? Go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'm a scrape the curbs with my brand new 20's
Go buy some more 'cause to me they just pennies
I won 2 emmy's, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high 'cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she trippin' callin' 9 1 1
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gon' wear off soon
Do what I do & just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
'Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'm a spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dope House charm, with the diamonds in it
I'm a fuck Missy Elliot for 1 minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags than shoes & Sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch 'cause I just don't trust her
Never popped this question, I'm a stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flippin' cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the 3rd chapter
Talk with my glock when I come holla at ya
Call me the greaser, roach & a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga 'cause he's a
Muthafuckin' killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a 18 wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packin' flippers, large old flippers.
[Chorus: Scratching]
I'm a Roll 80 vogues 'til them hoes start clackin'
If you want to jack, I got somethin' for you
Stop at chimmy change for the beans & rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustla, never caught sleepin'
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers.
[South Park Mexican:]
You can play hockey, I'm a play hookie
On the mic niggas sayin' I'm the dookie
They tryin' to shoot me 'cause I'm makin' movies
Went gold twice, buy ice & rubies
I'm a eat at Lugies, save my doobies
She in a D cup 'cause I bought them boobies
I'm a take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'm a go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
'Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'm a eat a bowl of beans & I'm a play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a swamp thing & Papa Dough
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My next door neighbor's takin' pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot & told the cops get off of my land
With my barbie, I'm a throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpy
No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearin' blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissin' on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gon' hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll
Man, I'm a have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store & tell that bitch to brush her teeth.
[Chorus: Scratching]
I'm a Roll 80 vogues 'til them hoes start clackin'
If you want to jack, I got somethin' for you
Stop at chimmy change for the beans & rice
Then to the store I need a 40 & some dice
Hillwood hustla, never caught sleepin'
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers.
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