South Park Mexican — Lobo Wanna Raise

[Intro: South Park Mexican] Uh, uhh pick up my voice a little bit Just a little man, just a little bit man, yo just a little bit dog, just a little bit, yeah Flippin' ex-hoe trippin'... oh shit... [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Flippin' ex-hoe trippin' Got them new kicks from that boy Scottie Pippen Still weight liftin', skin off the chicken & you hoes already know what I'm sippin' Still a big dipper' Still a straight killer' Still unloadin' off that 18 wheeler' Nobody better' never ever ever Glass on my 'lac like that girl cindereller Hand on my 'retta Surf on the netter Lookin' for a shredder in a polo sweater Beef gets settled Straight from the ghetto Say you comin' back homeboy aquí te espero Hillwood Texas, not many mexican's Except the one that got them 2600 engines Don't ask questions, don't give answers Sittin' at the bar cause I'm not a good dancer It's the day after, pray for me pastor Mix a little purple with the strawberry Shasta Or the cream soda Rollin' in the cobra Muthafuckin' thug born the 5th of October Servin' that coka It's la vida loca Catch her at the club I'm a slap her then choke her Still a baller haulic bought & I shot it Call it what you call it, more brown bags than Sonic Man I'm abra cadabra Struggler not a straggler Bubbler not a babbler Hustler not a hastler Never been a bachelor Always been married To these fuckin' streets Stayin' loyal 'til I'm buried Now I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I think I'm seein' blurred Wit my boy Serge in the truck watchin' Spurs Wit my persian princess On 22 inches When I sleep she say that my trigger finger twitches I'm superstitious & I believe in ghosts So many hoes wanna be with the Los I'm tweakin' on the muthafuckin' weed that I smoke Goin' 95 on my muthafuckin' boat Ridin' them waves Chunkin' up my tre's Lobo call me up talkin' 'about he Wanna Raise Crime sure pays Don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy Norman Bates Rattles & it shakes, jumps & it brakes White candy paint look like the pearly gates Sellin' my tapes in 50 different states Fuck the radio cause you muthafuckers hate But it's all good, I'm from a small hood Tie his bitch ass up & bring him back to Hillwood In my levi's sag down to my lugs With a T-Shirt that say "weed is not drugs" Be one of us, live in the rush Just put diamonds on my baby's hairbrush I fuck with the plus & not the minus & I might just let my black 9 bust & it goes like... [Bridge: Uchie] Uhh ya'll ain't ready for this Nuh-uh ya'll ain't ready for this Uh ya'll ain't ready for this, come on, ya'll ain't ready for this [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] I tightin' up my lacy's on my brand new stacy's Hug & kiss my babies then call up my crazy's Tryin' to make it through another day no leasy Muthafuckers hate cause I'm on top like ZZ Young niggas think we out here playin' fuckin' games 'Til one niggas lookin' at the other niggas brains Laughed & he giggled about the words that I riddled Now he stiff in the coffin' rock hard & dick shriveled Hoppin' along in my '54 bomb Yes I hate pigs like them boys of islam Gone in the wind, not long 'til the end No more talkin my Glock in the palm of my hand Alize at the mandolay Got a call they shot 2 the rest ran away That's how the shit gets done in the deep south I'm in vegas watchin' vargas knock a bitch out Ice glisten ballitician hold it down & dirty Peace to all my fuckin' raza up in alberquerque Signing bonus with the Union now my house is roomy Niggas wanna do me but you bitches nothin' to me Understand my killers love makin' haters bloody Actin' buddy but he softer than silly putty Hangin' by a rope & gut 'em like you do a goat & on his neck write this on a fuckin' note Bitch pissin' in the wind what began has begun Blast my heat once sweep 'em up & be done I'm one in a catrillion, muthafuck a million Layin' in my bed gettin' head from a brazilian Mama still bitchin Gangsta's still listen I'm blowin' weed with them boys from New Edition Man I'm ballin' Never ever fallin' Skip to my lou my muthafuckin' darlin' & it goes like... [Bridge: Uchie] Uh ya'll ain't ready for this Ya'll ain't ready for this Uh ya'll ain't ready for this Nuh-uh you no ready for this, listen [Verse 3: Uchie] So if you see 'em see 'em, go head tell 'em tell 'em Only music is my dope & I sell 'em sell 'em Or I slang 'em slang 'em It don't matter what you call it My shit so hot up in the hood you better record it Now some of ya'll niggas think my heart is so warm Cold muthafucker me, you don't want none muthafucker Have your whole crew ducka ducka It happens when I pull out my 9 milla placa Nigga watcha be careful cause my block gets hotter Chunk that bullet out my gun non-stoppa Remember when I used to be a mic wrecker? By the grace of Yahweh I come to be the mic checker Now it's better, now that I'm makin' mad cheddar My belly stay full & my throat was never wetter Hey Rebecca, meet me at the back stage later Cause when I go down there' we're gonna go down to Jamaica That's what I'm talkin' about See ya later Uh ya'll ain't ready for this Yeah, that was kinda tight wasn't it? "Yeah" Alright