Lirik Lagu SPM Diaries - South Park Mexican
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(feat. Rasheed)
[SPM:]Whats the deal man, we back in this campI'm doing this right here off the shot of [?] my boy Flaco gave me you heard..
Creasin' my pants as I dance with the devilI used to ride a bike that only had one pedalNo nike kicks, broke than a bitchI started comin' up sellin' fat ass nicksI'ma flip it like a script at the [?]Thats my lil' spot, 8 by 10 cubicNah, I ain't stupid, never have beenThey locked up they [?] now they all laughin'Celebrating life with they kids and they wifeThey wishing I would die as my lil' girl criesAlways knew that these hoes would be coming for meBut my comeback's gone be something to seeI can't stand a hoe, on a tv showThat say I'm hispanic around latinoBitch you a mexican, say that shitWhy the fuck is you acting scared to represent
[Chorus x2:]Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heatPeace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol PeteI'm from the South East but got love for the NorthAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wrote
[Rasheed:]Mr. SP can you spare a few pagesTo write whats on my mind and record a few tapes andIt's the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boatMy money tripled like the chin on a fatman throatBut haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda boredYou know I always be that Dope House spinal cordI just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapesAnd also how a haters body fits in one suitcase
[SPM:]I told you once, I use you motherfuckers for lunchI pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tonsI got guns, I mean I got gunsI heard you had some heat too, but not muchI'm the pusha, run 'em like elastic and huskysAnd still smoke the finest, right by the trust SKSBring it to your chestYou should know by know, I don't aim for the legs
[Chorus]
[SPM:]Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a dryerI'ma run a lil' something by yaIn the battlefield theres nothing like you've ever knownSoy el pelon de Houston con fe y corazonEstereo, es serio, Houston hasta MexicoCortalo, vendelo, SPM dejaloVato es maton, con su homie Low-G FloresJuan Gotti bring dolores y casa de millonesY Fiero, en este juego, necesitas huevosMi treinta y ocho, ya no te quieroPuro AK-47, ya veteTu vas pa tras y dile que te respeteCuando sales tengo jales en muchas partesTe doy coca y cuetes que son cuatesComo mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otraFumando me llamo Rolando Mota
[Chorus]
Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heatAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wroteAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wroteAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wrote
[SPM:]Whats the deal man, we back in this campI'm doing this right here off the shot of [?] my boy Flaco gave me you heard..
Creasin' my pants as I dance with the devilI used to ride a bike that only had one pedalNo nike kicks, broke than a bitchI started comin' up sellin' fat ass nicksI'ma flip it like a script at the [?]Thats my lil' spot, 8 by 10 cubicNah, I ain't stupid, never have beenThey locked up they [?] now they all laughin'Celebrating life with they kids and they wifeThey wishing I would die as my lil' girl criesAlways knew that these hoes would be coming for meBut my comeback's gone be something to seeI can't stand a hoe, on a tv showThat say I'm hispanic around latinoBitch you a mexican, say that shitWhy the fuck is you acting scared to represent
[Chorus x2:]Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heatPeace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol PeteI'm from the South East but got love for the NorthAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wrote
[Rasheed:]Mr. SP can you spare a few pagesTo write whats on my mind and record a few tapes andIt's the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boatMy money tripled like the chin on a fatman throatBut haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda boredYou know I always be that Dope House spinal cordI just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapesAnd also how a haters body fits in one suitcase
[SPM:]I told you once, I use you motherfuckers for lunchI pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tonsI got guns, I mean I got gunsI heard you had some heat too, but not muchI'm the pusha, run 'em like elastic and huskysAnd still smoke the finest, right by the trust SKSBring it to your chestYou should know by know, I don't aim for the legs
[Chorus]
[SPM:]Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a dryerI'ma run a lil' something by yaIn the battlefield theres nothing like you've ever knownSoy el pelon de Houston con fe y corazonEstereo, es serio, Houston hasta MexicoCortalo, vendelo, SPM dejaloVato es maton, con su homie Low-G FloresJuan Gotti bring dolores y casa de millonesY Fiero, en este juego, necesitas huevosMi treinta y ocho, ya no te quieroPuro AK-47, ya veteTu vas pa tras y dile que te respeteCuando sales tengo jales en muchas partesTe doy coca y cuetes que son cuatesComo mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otraFumando me llamo Rolando Mota
[Chorus]
Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heatAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wroteAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wroteAnd these are just the diaries that SPM wrote
