Woodson and Worthing

歌詞

(South Park Mexican:) Yeah just erase everything let me do this This is damn Filero this is damn Filero He on the muthafuckin' what sobrero The bake hood bring me some bake Hey Filero pull up bass in this song Man I don't hear no bass okay Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Here we go man. Smoke on the kill popped up on 3 wheel Want another peel naw nigga I'm a chill Gone off the X it's the SP Mex Just made 2 20,000 dollar bets Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak I be freestyle flowin' in my sleep Out to Houston that's my damn home I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb Man put 'em up man I can't quit I need a 40 & a 40 cigarette Down for my raza mira lo que pasa When it get hot I'm a have to buy a raspa Maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas I'm a throw vato back to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado 1 in a billion V-12 engine In the same city with Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa I be the ship it's better shamda kaka I'm a take a picture of your ass naked sister & my killers got more pliers than wrencha Extra extra read all about it 22 holes in your' brand new outfit Freestyle flow is all I come with I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch In the land of G's smokin' QP's Smoke on kill I'm a smoke trees Man I get crunked do what with my thing Swang lang lang in the muthafuckin' brain Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb I'm a get my gun I'm a shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the damn ass I'm a get a glass & than pull up some rasp Muthafuckin' berry with a little cherry My muthafuckin' niggas is so damn very So damn very scary With the muthafuckin' what what the Dirty Harry I'm a say hi to my favorite cities I don't even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees & I thank the Lord Whippin' boys down with my microphone cord Swurl to the world diamonds & pearls All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl Straw to the nose curl up my toes Sellin' that cane to them assnaked hoes Man I ain't foolish but I do talk to bullets Better tell your boys to cool it Cause I grab it & I pull it man. (Chorus:) As I look up at the sky My eye starts blikin' a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' can they break in Tryin' to save a dog. (x2) (2nd Verse:) Man I put it down I ain't tryin' to trip But I talk shit in the syrup I'm a sip Peace to Lil' Flip & my big homey Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump Trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup Man I gotta have it I ain't lyin' I'm in love With the codine on the Martin Luther King Left on crest crump creep creep my sterlin' like a hole scene I'm a muthafuckin' hook pirex get shoked I sell dope on foot I'm a understand I'm a Hustlin' man rock the white sand Wash the white van get the fuck Out if you see yall jump out Undercover cops got their eyes On the south just bought a house Never took a louse everything I got come from a quarter ounce That's what I started in the game with Niggas short stopin' at the bunny what ridge If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill takin' no less than a 10 dollar bill Tou can have the 3 5 7 Dollar pieces I'm a dress like a fein no Gold & no creses I got my gun No time for fun is saturday night Slang 'til I see the sun peace To Hulon & the what Tio drinkin' In the plut & my nigga Pancho Ed loco & my boy Jimmy Green Muthafuckin' Ken & my brother Roni man can you see don't put it pass Me fuck the R.I.P. I die for my G in the Orlens way scott plaza Woodson 'N' Worthin' Partner cause as I hillwood hustla that's my damn click Were we like to sell bricks & we like to Fight pits I just had puppies but somebody Stoled my dogs I'm tellin' young niggas I don't Call the laws when I fuckin' catch you I'm a Pistol whip you man better ask you older Brother & sister look what you done I'll fell off the subject who wanna off my Bananan republic man let's who back the Clover land park bough my white teeth From super K mart on this damn mic I go so hard 4500 jolly rancher in my car man. (Chorus:) As I look up at the sky My eye starts blikin' a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin' can they break in Tryin' to save a dog. (x2) (Low G:) Time to reload shots trough your door I love fuckin' action I could never say no Duce double o duce till I go I wanna act Dumb like I did one's before Like toe to toe any day low but if They know minute gon' strike but the show Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it Low G. My last name is 187 shit is gettin' hicted Thug & convicted they all want my dope Cause my shit is so addicted I'm down for my Lana my shit is pure scama I'm ridin' on my low low Bangin' screwed up Santana. (South Park Mexican:) What y'all think me & Low- G wouln't ride Together no more my boy workin' on shit Gettin' it right comin' out this year 2002 this is for all the... But fuck y'all if y'all can't make tamali's Man this is for all my niggas I'm drunk nigga I got the hiccups. & that rhymed. (laughs)