(feat. Coast)
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[VERSE 1: SPM]
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I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
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On the back of his head, S.P.M. tatted
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Boys down with me, like four flat tires
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Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
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Try to make it rich, breakin' bricks
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My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
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Was my first love, that I will admit
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Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
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Do these rappers know, how it really go
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Or are they just another fake on the microphone?
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I listen to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
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My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
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Boys wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
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Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
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I know it don't stop, even though they try
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45 years, in this like a homicide
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[CHORUS: SPM]
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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[VERSE 2: COAST]
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The world has got me on edge
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I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge
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To where if I drop, then I'm dead
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Man, it's probably best
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'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
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Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
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Or popped (of the death??)
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Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
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I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things
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'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
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The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie
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I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape bang
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The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
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So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
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Out the dirty, throwed coast
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What the deal like baby, this is real life
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This is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
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This is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los
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I''d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'
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[CHORUS: SPM]
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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[VERSE 3: SPM]
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I'ma stay strong, stronger then they thought
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I made 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
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But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark
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South Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
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Money ain't a thing, never will I love it
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Guess that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
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I spent it on my homies, spent it on my kids
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I put a diamond necklace in my momma's fridge
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But all the jealousy kept me drugged up
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I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one blunt
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So many enemies, for no good reason
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Guess they mad cause I make the dough look easy
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In the club, smokin' on a hog leg
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With some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
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Now that I'm on lock, they still can't take it
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Homie, I'm the king of this shit, man face it
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[CHORUS: SPM]
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
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And pull so fast-ily
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And pack so heavily
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S.P. So Bastardly
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South Park Mexican |