We aint tripping, yall one damn one damn time
What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas
Last night I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes
She was so precious, she was so bout it
I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it
Im S-P Mexy, girls think Im sexy
Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy
Now Im in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo
With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo
Im in the hotel, smoking that godel
Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail
Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne
With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king
Ima sag my jeans, down to my knees
Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please
Im so alert, boys getting hurt
Step to the S, Ima let my gun squirt
I got to roll with the KNON
Thats the dang home of the SPM
Oh my lord, its such a pretty day
I love the D-Town and I think Im gone stay
This for my Raza, I got a beer panza
I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha
Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah
I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them go
hard on the mic
I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike
Whats up to Maria, she from Handuras
My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists
Im in my room, rolling up ganja
My moms in the kitchen, rolling up masa
The whole metro plex, S-P Mex
My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X
Ima pop one, guess its time to get wiggy
Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney
Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed
Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed
Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux
Ask me if Im fucked up, pretty much
Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch
Lets jump in my bathtub, bubble suds
I can see with my third eye, birds eye view
I got to sur-vive, so chew
We roll with the tech nine, teflon
This sign at the time man, all wrong
My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place
You talk shit, but never in my fucking face
Holler back if you can dude, murder rough
But Ive only killed a hand fool, early yeah
I was drunk and was on caine
Now its seven a.m. its been a long day
Im just trying to go to sleep, but I cant though
I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor
I just want to shoot in every direction
But I cant cause my kids is upstairs though
I look in the mirror I see Carlos
Thats the cat that done lost all his marbles
Ima go to the kitchen make some nachos
But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes
I got the new benz plus two cheves
On 19 inch choppers they dont make twenties
Enemies oh yeah man I got many
I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny
Im a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble
Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her
See Im the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan
Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon
Thick bitch, the only way I like them
She suck my dick but Im playing on my trike
Weave out of line, so refreshing
Man they try to get me for some weed possession
Im mashing and dashing, I aint clashing my lac
Id rather let my nigga drive Ima chill in the back
Ima smoke janey, the radio dont play me
Except the real niggas, the rest of yall is ladies
Yall should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas
Im making wise investments, I bought 15 SKSs
The hood is the hood man
It dont matter where you from or what you claim
You still get your motherfucking cap pealed
Fucking with this tight circle that my click built
Im with the Marco on the dang radio
Ima blow big, Ima watch my babies grow
Ima say hello, eat a bowl of jello
I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow
See I got to get it, Im super like unleaded
Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded
But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid
In my new crib freaking down a college student
Original gangsta, Houston Ima thank you
Peace to my mama and my guardian angel
Ima get a pager, I mean the two razor
Ima hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia
Im a hell raiser, from what the dang south
Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt
I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout
Peace to northeast in the what jail route
Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing
Aint no way that SPM could be a human being
Thugging and Im g-ing, my car is European
Got enough snow I could probably go skiing
Ima throwed dude, game in a shoe
In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute
Man whats the dealy, hold them make them gilly
In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy
See Im just Los, thats all I ever be
Yall remember me from the what Reveille
Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D
E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T, U to the V
X to the Y and finally the Z
Man thats the end, S-P to the M
Fin to go um, just ride in the wind
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