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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "Illegal Amigos"

[Verse 1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me

Drink some more forty, $#&@ my Lil' Shorty
Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Money is no object for this killa project

Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check
You always have my back, my number one soldado
Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato

Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette
My third wife, ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas

Real ^!$$%z eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha steal
Get your family killed, like amid-divil

The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
I pimp two (*##$es Mary Jane and Snow White...


[Chorus 1]
(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes


[Verse 2]
C-Frawn, I'm a motha$#&@in face, is it tha place?
To get my pocket, nothin but big face

Dollar billers
See me rollin in these streets
With these motha$#&@in killas

Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah
Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
So i can show there motha$#&@ers where my heart is at

Cath me in tha back of that Benzino
Puntin on my C-Noes
Migga JP, where tha $#&@ we gone go

Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though

I ain't comin up show
Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!!
You see my at the show

Chillin with them blunt masters
Pushin off that green dragons stick it
With that V and soak it

Puta! you couldn't even see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...


[Chorus 2:]
(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal amigos stayin incognito...


[Verse 3]
Illegal amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like dots

Extensions C-Notes from kilos
As my ^!$$% nino, he know
How to make 100 thousand dollas

A week, startin' from Zero
Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)

House of pounds then Key's to Key's
And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...
We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people

Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos
Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans
Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam

Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis
Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection

Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons
Big Ballin...!


[Chorus 1]

[Verse 4]
As the sun goes down we begin to post up
I done cook my !@%!e up and my dope is low punk

Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you live in
Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at
$#&@ hoes and all that, (*##$es is a draw back
I go all out, walk down the wrong route

Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout
Ya'll down my padential, my padentials
I twist ya ^!$$%s up like pretzels
Man quien soy? Carlos Coy
80 G's a month stayin self-employed

Killin 'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the best
I tell 'em probably
You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish
I promise Imma show your (*##$ $$# what hell is...


[Chorus 2]

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