South Park - S.P. So Bastardly lyrics

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