South Park Mexican - Lobo Wanna Raise lyrics

Intro: South Park Mexican Uh, uhh pick up my voice a little bit Just a little man, just a little bit man, yo just a little bit dog, just a little bit, yeah Flippin' ex-hoe trippin'... oh sh**... South Park Mexican: Flippin' ex-hoe trippin' Got them new kicks from that boy scotty pippin' Still waitin' livin' skin off the chicken & you hoes already know what I'm sippin' Still a big dipper' Still a straight k**er' Still unloadin' off that 18 wheeler' Nobody better' never ever ever Gla** on my 'lac like that girl cindereller Hand on my 'retter Surf on the netter Lookin' for a shredder in a polo sweater Beat gets settled Straight from the ghetto Say you comin' back homeboy I keep espedo Hillwood Texas, not many mexican's Except the one that got them 2600 engines Don't ask questions, don't give answers Sittin' at the bar 'cause I'm not a good dancer It's the day after, pray for me pastor Mix a little purple with the strawberry shaster Or the cream soda Rollin' in the cobra Muthaf**in' thug born the 5th of November Servin' that coka It's la vida loca Catch her at the club I'm a slap her then choke her Still a baller haulic bought & I shot it Call it what you call it, more brown bags than Sonic Man I'm abra cadabra Struggler not a straggler Bubbler not a babbler Hustler not a hastler Never been a bachelor Always been married To these f**in' streets Stayin' long 'til I'm buried Now I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I think I'm seein' blurr Wit my boy serge in the trunk watchin' spurs Wit my persian princess On 22 inches When I sleep she say that my trigger finger twitches I'm superstitious & I believe in ghosts So many hoes wanna be with the Los I'm tweakin' on the muthaf**in' weed that I smoke Goin' 95 on my muthaf**in' boat Ridin' them waves Chunkin' up my tre's Lobo call me up talkin' 'about he Wanna Raise Crime show pays Don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman bates Rattles & it shakes, jumps & it brakes White candy paint look like the pearly gates Sellin' my tapes in 50 different states f** the radio 'cause you muthaf**ers hate But it's all good, I'm from a small hood Tie his b**h a** up & bring him back to Hillwood In my levi's sag down to my lugs With a T-Shirt that say "breeders not d**" Be one of us, live in the rush Just put diamonds on my baby's hairbrush I f** with the plus & not the minus & I might just let my black 9 bust & it goes like... Uchie: Uhh ya'll ain't ready for this Nuh-uh ya'll ain't ready for this Uh ya'll ain't ready for this, come on, ya'll ain't ready for this. South Park Mexican: I tightin' up my lacy's on my brand new stacy's Hug & kiss my babies then call up my crazy's Tryin' to make it through another day no leasy Muthaf**ers hate 'cause I'm on top like ZZ Young n***as think we out here playin' f**in' games 'Til one n***as lookin' at the other n***as brains Laughed & you giggled about the words that I riddled Now we step in the coffin' rock hard & dick shriveled Hoppin' along in my '54 bomb Yes I hate pigs like them boys of islam Gone in the wind, not long 'til the end No more talk in my glock in the palm of my hand Alize at the mandolay Got a call they shot 2 the rest ran away That's how the sh** gets done in the deep south I'm in vegas watchin' vargas knock a b**h out Ice glisten ballitician hold it down & dirty Peace to all my f**in' raza up in alberquerque Sign a bonus with the yerky now my house is roomy n***as wanna do me but you b**hes nothin' to me Understand my k**ers love makin' haters bloody Actin' buddy buddy softer than silly putty Hangin' by a rope & gut 'em like you do a goat & on his neck write this on a f**in' note b**h pissin' in the wind what began has begun Blast my heat once sweep 'em up & be done I'm one in a catrillion, muthaf** a million Layin' in my bed gettin' head from a brazilian Mama still b**hin Gangsta's still listen I'm blowin' weed with them boys from New Edition Man I'm ballin' Never ever fallin' Skip to my lou my muthaf**in' darlin' & it goes like... Uchie: Uh ya'll ain't ready for this Ya'll ain't ready for this Uh ya'll ain't ready for this Nuh-uh you no ready for this, listen. Uchie: So if you see 'em see 'em, go head tell 'em tell 'em Only music is my dope & I sell 'em sell 'em Or I slang 'em slang 'em It don't matter what you call it My sh** so hot up in the hood you better record it Now some of ya'll n***as think my heart is so warm Cold muthaf**er me, you don't want none wutter f**er Have your whole crew ducka ducka It happens when I pull out my 9 milla placa n***a watcha be careful 'cause my blood gets hotter Chunk that bullet out my gun than stopper. Remember when I used to be a mic wrecker? By the grace of Yahweh I come to be the mic checker Now it's better, now that I'm makin' that cheddar My belly stay full & my throat was never wetter Hey Rebecca, meet me at the back stage letter 'Cause when I go down there' we're gonna go down to Jamaica. That's what I'm talkin' about See ya later Uh ya'll ain't ready for this. Yeah, that was kinda tight wasn't it? "Yeah" Alright.