South Park Mexican - Lobo Wanna Raise Lyrics
South Park Mexican Lyrics
Lobo Wanna Raise Lyrics
[SPM:]
Uhh, aww pick up my voice a lil bit,
Just a lil bit man, just a lil bit man yaaw!
Just a lil bit dogg, just a lil bit!
Flippin ex o trippin ohh shit!
Flippin ex o trippin got the new kicks
From the boy scotty pippen
Still ain't liftin, skin off the chicken
And you hoes already know what I'm zippin
Still a big dippa, still a straight killa
Still unloadin off the 18 wheela
Nobody betta, neva eva eva
Glass on the lack like the girl ciderella
Hand on my retta, surf on the netta
Lookin for a shredda and a polo sweata
Beef get settled, straight from the ghetto
Say you commin back homeboy aqui te espero
Hillwood texas, not many mexicans
Set the one they got to 2 six hundred engines
Don't ask questions, don't give answers
Sittin at the bar cause I'm not a good dancer
It's a day after, pray for me pastor
Mix a lil purple with a strawberry shasta
Or the cream soda, rolled it in the cobra
Muthaf*cken thug on the 5th of october
Servin that cocka, it's the vida loca
Catch her at the club, I'm a slap her then choke her, still I bought a hollic, bought it then I shot it, call it what you call it
More brown bags than sonic, man I'm abra cadabra
Struggla not a strangler, bubbler not a babbler
Hustler not a hasla, never been a bachler
Always been married, to these f*cken streets
Staying long till I'm barried, now I'm a swang I'm a swerve, I think I'm seeing blur, with my boy
Serge in the truck watchin spurs
With my persian princess, on 22 inches
When I sleep she says that my trigger finger twitches, I'm supersticious, and I'll even goes
So many hoes wanna be with the los
I'm tweeking on that muthaf*cken weed that I smoke
Doin 95 on my muthaf*cken boat, riddin them ways
Chunkin up my trays, lobo call me up talkin bout he wanna raise, crime sure pays, don't do brades, keep a low cut like the boy nomanbades, rattles into shakes jumps
In them brakes, white candy paint look like the pearly gates, sellin my tapes, in 50 diffrent states
F*ck the radio cause u muthaf*ckers hate
But it's all good, I'm from a small hood
Tie his bitch ass up and bring him back to hillwood, wih my levis sag down to my lugz
With a t-shirt that say weed is not drugs
Be one of us, live in a rush
Just put diamonds in my babys hairbrush
I f*ck with the plus and not the minus
And I might just let my packed 9 bust
An it goes like...
[Uchei:]
Uuhh, yawll ain't ready for this awuh!, yawll ain't rady for this, uhh! yawll ain't ready for this cm'on, you no ready for this!
[SPM:]
I tighten up my laces on my brand new stacey's
Hugging, kiss my baby's then call up my craizes
Tryin to make it through another day, it ain't eazy
Muthaf*ckers hate cause I'm on top like zecey
Young niggas thinkin that I'm playing f*cken games
Till one niggas lookin at the other niggas brains, laughed then he giggled bout the words that I riddled, now we stiff in a coffin, rock hard and dick shrivled
Hoppin along in my fiftyfour bong
Guess I hate pigs like them boys of islam
Gone in the wind not long till the end
No more talkin my glock on the palm of my hand
Alizey at the mandaley, got a car they shot to! the rest ran away, that's how this shit get done in the deep south, I'm in vegas watchin vargas knock a bitch out, ice glissin baulaticia goin down and dirty, peace to all my f*cken raza up in albacurkey, sign a bonus with a unit
Now my house is roomy, niggas wanna do me but you bitches nothin to me, understand my killas love me can hate is bloody, actin buddy but hes softer than sully puddy, hang'em by, oppen, cutt'em like you do a goat, and on his neck write bitch on a f*cken note
Bitch pissin in the wind but begin has begun
Pass my heat once sweep'em up and be done
I'm one in a katrillion, muthaf*ck a million
Layin in my bed gettin head from a brazilian
Mommas still bitchin gangstas still listening
I'm loading weed with the boys from new audition
Man I'm ballin neva eva fallin, skip to my lue my muthaf*cken darlin and it goes like...
[Uchei:]
Uhh! yawll ain't ready for this, yawll ain't ready for this, uhh! yawll ain't ready for this, uhaw
Yawll ain't ready for this!
So if you see'em, see'em go head tell'em, tell'em
On the music is my dope and I sell'em, sell'em
Or I slang'em, slang'em, it don't matter what chu call it, my shit's so hot up on the hood you better recall it, now some of yaww niggas think my heart I so warm, cold muthaf*cker me, you don't want none muthaf*cka, have our whole crew ducka, ducka, it happens when I pull out my nine millablocka, nigga watcha, be careful cause my block gets hotta, chunk that bullet out my gun nonstoppa, remember when I used to be a mic wrecker, betta pray so that we all come to be the mic checka, now it's betta, now that I'm makin my chetta, my belly stay full, now my toes is neva wetta, every decka, meet me at the back stage latter, cause when I go down with this we goin to go don to jamaica aww! that's what I'm talkin bout, see you latter aww, yawll ain't ready for his
[SPM:]
That was kinda tight wasn't it?
Uhh, aww pick up my voice a lil bit,
Just a lil bit man, just a lil bit man yaaw!
Just a lil bit dogg, just a lil bit!
Flippin ex o trippin ohh shit!
Flippin ex o trippin got the new kicks
From the boy scotty pippen
Still ain't liftin, skin off the chicken
And you hoes already know what I'm zippin
Still a big dippa, still a straight killa
Still unloadin off the 18 wheela
Nobody betta, neva eva eva
Glass on the lack like the girl ciderella
Hand on my retta, surf on the netta
Lookin for a shredda and a polo sweata
Beef get settled, straight from the ghetto
Say you commin back homeboy aqui te espero
Hillwood texas, not many mexicans
Set the one they got to 2 six hundred engines
Don't ask questions, don't give answers
Sittin at the bar cause I'm not a good dancer
It's a day after, pray for me pastor
Mix a lil purple with a strawberry shasta
Or the cream soda, rolled it in the cobra
Muthaf*cken thug on the 5th of october
Servin that cocka, it's the vida loca
Catch her at the club, I'm a slap her then choke her, still I bought a hollic, bought it then I shot it, call it what you call it
More brown bags than sonic, man I'm abra cadabra
Struggla not a strangler, bubbler not a babbler
Hustler not a hasla, never been a bachler
Always been married, to these f*cken streets
Staying long till I'm barried, now I'm a swang I'm a swerve, I think I'm seeing blur, with my boy
Serge in the truck watchin spurs
With my persian princess, on 22 inches
When I sleep she says that my trigger finger twitches, I'm supersticious, and I'll even goes
So many hoes wanna be with the los
I'm tweeking on that muthaf*cken weed that I smoke
Doin 95 on my muthaf*cken boat, riddin them ways
Chunkin up my trays, lobo call me up talkin bout he wanna raise, crime sure pays, don't do brades, keep a low cut like the boy nomanbades, rattles into shakes jumps
In them brakes, white candy paint look like the pearly gates, sellin my tapes, in 50 diffrent states
F*ck the radio cause u muthaf*ckers hate
But it's all good, I'm from a small hood
Tie his bitch ass up and bring him back to hillwood, wih my levis sag down to my lugz
With a t-shirt that say weed is not drugs
Be one of us, live in a rush
Just put diamonds in my babys hairbrush
I f*ck with the plus and not the minus
And I might just let my packed 9 bust
An it goes like...
[Uchei:]
Uuhh, yawll ain't ready for this awuh!, yawll ain't rady for this, uhh! yawll ain't ready for this cm'on, you no ready for this!
[SPM:]
I tighten up my laces on my brand new stacey's
Hugging, kiss my baby's then call up my craizes
Tryin to make it through another day, it ain't eazy
Muthaf*ckers hate cause I'm on top like zecey
Young niggas thinkin that I'm playing f*cken games
Till one niggas lookin at the other niggas brains, laughed then he giggled bout the words that I riddled, now we stiff in a coffin, rock hard and dick shrivled
Hoppin along in my fiftyfour bong
Guess I hate pigs like them boys of islam
Gone in the wind not long till the end
No more talkin my glock on the palm of my hand
Alizey at the mandaley, got a car they shot to! the rest ran away, that's how this shit get done in the deep south, I'm in vegas watchin vargas knock a bitch out, ice glissin baulaticia goin down and dirty, peace to all my f*cken raza up in albacurkey, sign a bonus with a unit
Now my house is roomy, niggas wanna do me but you bitches nothin to me, understand my killas love me can hate is bloody, actin buddy but hes softer than sully puddy, hang'em by, oppen, cutt'em like you do a goat, and on his neck write bitch on a f*cken note
Bitch pissin in the wind but begin has begun
Pass my heat once sweep'em up and be done
I'm one in a katrillion, muthaf*ck a million
Layin in my bed gettin head from a brazilian
Mommas still bitchin gangstas still listening
I'm loading weed with the boys from new audition
Man I'm ballin neva eva fallin, skip to my lue my muthaf*cken darlin and it goes like...
[Uchei:]
Uhh! yawll ain't ready for this, yawll ain't ready for this, uhh! yawll ain't ready for this, uhaw
Yawll ain't ready for this!
So if you see'em, see'em go head tell'em, tell'em
On the music is my dope and I sell'em, sell'em
Or I slang'em, slang'em, it don't matter what chu call it, my shit's so hot up on the hood you better recall it, now some of yaww niggas think my heart I so warm, cold muthaf*cker me, you don't want none muthaf*cka, have our whole crew ducka, ducka, it happens when I pull out my nine millablocka, nigga watcha, be careful cause my block gets hotta, chunk that bullet out my gun nonstoppa, remember when I used to be a mic wrecker, betta pray so that we all come to be the mic checka, now it's betta, now that I'm makin my chetta, my belly stay full, now my toes is neva wetta, every decka, meet me at the back stage latter, cause when I go down with this we goin to go don to jamaica aww! that's what I'm talkin bout, see you latter aww, yawll ain't ready for his
[SPM:]
That was kinda tight wasn't it?
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