South Park Mexican — Streets on Beats

[Low G] Yepa, yepa, homeboy It's your nigga Low G Putting it down for the nina nueve We're givin' props But we did this quick So don't trip If we forgot ya clique... (Clique...) [South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) I move a hundred Pounds in my hustle town Come around Fuck 'em down with my underground Puffin' pow wow Clouds in my teepee But my heina Hollerin', "Release me" Prime time Like shines on the high mines Hellafied rhymes Huh You rewind twenty-five times Another fool puttin' down the truth You can't fuck with the Riddla On Tha Roof Mister Go-Getter Kick the more better If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her The wanderer Hillwood hustler Turn your back on your gal, and I'll, uh, straight Clown in my H-town Is you hoes really Ready for the take down Break down Stay brown My niggas don't Play 'round POP POP Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound Hook: Geto Boys, Master P DJ Screw Kid Frost, Mobb Deep Ese Fools Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy We Put the streets on beats Makaveli, Rakim Hillwood Hustlers Most Hated, Too $hort Bone Thugs Dogg Pound Nas The Fugees We... Put the streets on beats (Verse 2) Stickin' move, hittin' licks, sweep 'em left to right Act a fool when I one-two, check the mic Come trip with the pimp in the smoke grey 'Llac I jump in the shit, and there's no way back Creep the seven Seven Seville Convertible My Cadillac got a three-foot verticle Jump in the front Bump in the trunk Weed turn to smoke Skunk in my blunt I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience Got a Dope House in seven locations Professional But don't test my testicles On the pedestal, I'm colder than an eskimo Gotta have it Causin' panic with an automatic Believed in myself, when no one else saw my magic Gifted child Raised in the wicked wild Put the street on beats Who trippin' now Break 2: Run-DMC KRS-One Mass 187 Spice 1 Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G We Put the streets on beats DJ Quik Big Fifty Snipe Criminal Rage 20-2-Life N.W.A Lil' Kim, Rasheed We Put the streets on beats (Verse 3) I be the actual, factual rap supernatural Blowin' up national It's understandable Not to mention, what I'm stressin'll leave you second guessin' Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin' You can't see me I flow so freely You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed Just a pee-wee Son, you watchin' too much T.V I'm on CD See more pussycat than Tweety On the underground nation Layin' foundation The biggest problem that H-Town's facin' Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm Cause now I drop bombs on CD-ROMs Your raps get pimp-slapped You kickin' bubblegum Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from Under confusion, run up on Houston And bow down to the styles I am usin' Break 3: Trinity Garden, E.S.G Street Military, Bam Al-D K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany We Put the streets on beats Wicked Cricket Troublemaker A.C. Chill Biggie Smalls, Outkast Cypress Hill Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho W.C We Put the streets on beats