S P M.
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South Park Mexican.
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S P M.
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I'm SPM, You Know My Name.
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I'm the one that came up but never changed
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I make my moves, life is what you choose
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I'm the one that spoke in different high schools
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Stay off the streets, home boy you'll never win
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Your goin' 2 places: the graveyard or the pen
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Contradictions on my chest, lot's of lipstick on my clothes.
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Can we ever be stopped? Only God knows
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South Park sunny side, I roll with the realest
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Represent my area from Hillwood to the village
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At the grocery store they used to look over my shoulder
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& saw a basket full of Arm & Hammer bakin' soda
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Conversation rules the nation, but in my hood
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Talk is cheaper than a old, wet piece of plywood
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You boys is more phonier than cubic zerconia
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Make you suckers pay the very day I get ahold of ya
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My name is....
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(Chorus)
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S P M
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South Park Mexican. [x2]
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Pass the greenery, tweedle lee, tweedle la
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Layin' in my spa, takin' off my Heina's bra
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Me & the law, had problems in the past
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They smelled my grass, but could never find my stash.
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Who can it be?
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It's that boy Los
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I broke up with my chick cause my cash went up her nose
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I tell you what it was & I tell you what it is
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There's 10 year old men & 50 year old kids
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My flow is legendary, on the 3rd of February
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I wrote this song at the old cemetary
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I did my time, no sunshine
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They must be gettin' bonuses for lockin' up my kind
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My name is....
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(Chorus)
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S P M
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South Park Mexican. (x4)
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[South Park Mexican over chorus:]
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You seen me & didn't believe me, now look
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The World is listenin' the movement is here, the day is here.
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We ain't stoppin' homey!
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We just gettin' started!
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I see you jealous, hateful people wishin' the worst for us
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You'll pay like the last ones did!
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You'll pay for my freedom!
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We'll never be the same!
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You'll never catch up!
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I fight hate with love!
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When I was young I used to be a shoe shiner
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& work for a dime as a newspaper part-timer
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Every now & then my real Dad would come around
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Born & raised in Houston A.K.A. Hustle Town
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My drop is on jock & my game is on lock
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My attic full of automatic weapons of assualt
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The streets live in us, I think I broke a guinness
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Last year I took the record robbin' 40 dealers
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Dancin' with the wolves, man, my hood is jet black
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But they had love for the only back
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I got a sauna in my 80 foot bus
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We don't chase paper, paper chase us
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You Know My Name....
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(Chorus)
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S P M
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South Park Mexican. (x4)
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You Know My Name [Remix]
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South Park Mexican |