Woodson n Worthin - SPM

Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel

want another peel naw nigga I’ma chill

gone off the X its the SP-Mex

just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets

hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak

I be freestyle flowing in my sleep

out to Hous-tone that’s my dam home

I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb

Man put em up man I can’t quit

I need a forty and a forty cigarette

down for my raza mira lo que pasa

when it get hot I’ma have to buy a raspa

maybe orchata check my palabras

I like girls with the real pretty patas

Ima 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 shit, in spanish it’s the caca

I’ma take a picture of you’re but naked sister

and my killas got more pliers than wrencha

gangsta gangsta read all about it

22 holes in ya' brand new outfit

feestyle flow is all I come with

I don’t give a fuck ya’ll stupid dumb bitch

in the land of g’s smoking QP’s

Smoke on kill I’ma smoke trees

man I get crunked do what with my thang

swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain

dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb

I’ma get my gun I’ma shoot off your thumb

Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass

I’ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp

mothafucking berry with a lil cherry

my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very

so dam very mothafuckin scary

with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry

I’ma say hi to my favorite cities

I dont even care if they what little bitty

I get on my knees and I thank the Lord

whipping boys down with my microphone cord

swurl to the world diamonds and pearls

all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl

straw to the nose curl up my toes

selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes

man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets

better tell ya boys to cool it

cause I grab it and I pull it man

As I look up at the sky

my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye

my body temperature falls

I’m shakin can they break in

tryin to save a dog

Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip

but I talk shit in the syrup I’ma sip

peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump

Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump

throwed from the junk

purple ice in my cup

man i gotta have it i ain lyin

i’m in love with the codeine on the martin luther king

left on crespont three week by sterling

make a hoe sing on my motha fuckin hook

pirates dat shook i sell dope on foot

momma understand i’m a hustlin man

rock the white sand

watch the white van

get the fuck out if you see em jump out

undercover cops got they eyes on the south

just bought a house

never took a louse

everything i got come from a quarter ounce

that what i started in the game with

niggas short stoppin at the body wood bridge

if they want bricks gotta come to the hill

takin no less then a ten dolla bill

you can have the three five seven dollar pieces

i’ma dress like a fiend in gold and no creases

i got ma gun

no time for fun

its saturday night slang til i see the sun

peace to hugh lun and the what the T-O

Cricket in the plug and my nigga Pancho

Ed Loco and my boy Jimmy Green

motha fuckin Kid and my brother Rodney

man can you see dont put it pass me

fuck the R.I.P.

i die for my G’s

in the orleans way back to sky plaza

Woodson N Worthin pobly cuz i’za

Hillwood Hustla

thats my damn click

but we sell bricks and we like to fight pigs

i just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs

i’m tellin you young niggas i dont call the law

when i fuckin catch ya

i’ma pistol whip ya

man betta ask yo olda brotha or ya sista

look what you done

i done fell off the subject

wo why the oh my bananna republic

man lets hoop at the cloverland park

bought my white tee from the super k-mart

on this dam mic i go so hard

fourty five hundred jolly rancher on my car

dam

As I look up at the sky

my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye

my body temperature falls

I’m shakin can they break in

tryin to save a dog

time to reload

shots through yo' do'

i love fuckin action i can never say no

deuce double 0

duece til i go

i wanna act bad like i did once befo'

like toe to toe

any day low

but if it at n minute i’m strup at the show

pack mac-11

drink chronic seven

fuck it low g my last name is 187

shit is gettin hicted

thug aint convicted

they all want my dope cause my shit is so addictive

i’m down for my nina

my shit is pure skama

im ridin on my lowlow bangin screwed up santana

what ya’ll think

me and low g wasn’t ridin togetha no mo'

my boy workin on this shit gettin it right

comin out this year 2002

this is for all the mamies

fuck ya’ll if you cant make tamales

man this for all my niggas

i’m druk and i got the hiccups and it rhymed