Текст песни S.P. So Bastardly - SPM

[VERSE 1: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]
I′m sippin' purple magic, gettin′ stuck like traffic
On the back of his head SPM tatted
Boys down with me, like 4 flat tires
Got Benz's & 'Lac′s & candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin′ bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that′s a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette.
Do these rappers know how it really go?
Or are they just another fake on the microphone?
I listen to the ′Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homey's either dead or in the kitchen cookin′ crack
Boys wanna' stare, take it to the square hoe.
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don′t stop, even though they try
45 years in this like a homicide.

[CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]
Creep wit′ me
S.P. So Bastardly
& Pull so fastily
& Pack so heavily.
Creep wit' me
S.P. So Bastardly
& Pull so fastily
& Pack so heavily.

[VERSE 2: COAST]
The world has got me on edge
I′m gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I′m dead
Man, it's probably best
′Cause these days, innocent Mexican's get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit′ a glock fulla′ lead
Or popped of the death?
Now I don't wanna′ be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things
′Cause whoever says I just wanna see led fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lies
I be cruzin′ down the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the 2-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed coast
What the deal like baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I[d like to welcome y′all on behalf of S.P. bro′.[CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]Creep wit' meS.P. So Bastardly& pull so fastily& pack so heavily.Creep wit′ meS.P. So Bastardly& pull so fastily& pack so heavily.[VERSE 3: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]I'm a stay strong, stronger then they thoughtI made ′em so sick when I bought it off the lotBut I'd fall apart, if I couldn′t sparkSouth Park, slap 20's on my Noah's ArkMoney ain′t a thing, never will I love itGuess that′s why the Lord gave me plenty of itI spent it on my homies, I spent it on my kidsI put a diamond necklace in my mama's fridgeBut all the jealousy kept me drugged upI try to stuff a fuckin′ whole ounce in 1 bluntSo many enemies, for no good reasonGuess they mad 'cause I make the dough look easyIn the club, smokin′ on a hog legWith some car friends wishin' I would drop deadNow that I′m on lock, they still can't take itHomey, I'm the king of this shit, man face it.[CHORUS: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]Creep wit′ meS.P. So Bastardly& pull so fastily& pack so heavily.Creep wit′ meS.P. So Bastardly& pull so fastily& pack so heavily.]