S.P.M. - Illegal Amigos - Explicit lyrics

(1: South Park Mexican] No nuts, no glory Hear the whole story I'll be on stage, when you k** that punk for me Drink some more forty f** my little shorty Pick out your ride Luxurious or sporty Money is no object, for this k**er project I buy you a low-low That bounce like a hot check You always have my back My number one soldado Watch that time fly on this diamond lace movado Me I'm rollin' in the two tone Corvette My third wife Ain't even born yet I'm Dope House Records Bang out of Texas Real n***as eatin' emcees for breakfast Relentless When they hand me the steel Get your family k**ed Like Amityville The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe I pimp two b**hes, Mary Jane and Snow White 1: Who can hang With illegal amigos Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos Who can hang With illegal amigos Illegal, amigos, stackin' them C-notes See a frown On my motherf**in' face Is it the place Dig in my pocket Nothin' but big face Dollar billers See me rollin' in these streets With these motherf**in' k**ers Get on my lap Make a left On Hillah Givin' shouts out At that, yo SPM, pa** me the gat So I can show these motherf**ers Where my heart is at Catch me in the back of that Benzino Countin' on my C-notes n***a JP Where the f** we gon' go Blowin' all this smoke Straight flowin' out the window I thought you knew, we blowin' Two sticks of endo No turnin' back, bro Continue on my hustle, though I ain't comin' up short Must maintain Ain't that right, ho Oh You see me at the show Chillin' with them blunt masters Twisted off that green dragon sticky With that (???) Puta You couldn't even see me Talkin' 'bout Ain't that Chuy from the T.V 2: Who can hang With illegal amigos Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos Who can hang With illegal amigos Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito (3) Illegal amigos, yeah They be my people We connected like dots, exchangin' C-Notes from kilos Ask my n***a Nino He know How to make A hundred thousand dollars if we Started from zero Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.) The whole west, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay) We go House of pounds, and then Kis to kis And I still Keep my eyes on my M-E K-Sam, we big ballin' That's what I'm tellin' my people Afilliated, la conecta Illegal amigos Blunt Masta C, South Park, Mexican Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam Outlaw hoodlums Capone And the eses Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischiefs Illegal amigos, the Mexican connection Everythang from kis to pounds, to automatic weapons Big ballin' Repeat 1 As the sun goes down, we begin to post up I done cook my coke up, and my dope is no punk Don't fight the fillin' Eventually, you give in SPM, rock the world that you live in Street raised for combat Hollin', "Where them bomb at" f** hoes and all that b**hes is a drawback I go, all out Walk down the wrong route Gone south Knew what I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials I twist y'all n***as up like pretzels Man, quien soy Carlos Coy Eighty G's a month, stayin' self-employed k**in' '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 I'm a show your b**h a** what hell is Repeat 2. End