South Park Mexican Follow

[Intro:]

[SPM:]
Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to Hustletown.
We... Are we recording?
Alright let's do this fellas.

[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block Of Rock,
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on cock. [4X]

For years homeboy, for years....

[Baby Bash:]
Now if you want to battle me then it's on,
I'm blowed while I'm creepin' up whip out my Tek so now you gone.
You shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is gettin' wet up,
Cause real G's from the SouthEast will leave you haters tryin' to get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish,
& on your grave I tag it's the muthafuckin' Rick that you don't mess with
So let me keep stressin' that lesson to all y'all players & y'all haters
Haters keep watchin' y'all back & y'all players keep creepin' & stackin' that paper.

[Baby Bash:]
Now Now why do these haters wanna plex?
Why do they wanna be startin' mess?
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest
Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex
Comin' straight out the South East side of that Tex,
So if there's somethin' you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you don't express it.
It's hard enough for a Mexican,
So I really don't need all that plexin'
There's all kinds of player haters out there so please wait let me tell you about those.
First you got them fraud ass hoes,
Then you got them fraud popo's,
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street who just wanna plex & take yours.

[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block Of Rock,
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on cock. [4X]

For years nigga, for years...

[Low-G:]
Guess who's back from the pen,
Out to win, Sippin' Gin with my kinfolk,
Got's the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with these G's muthafuck you
Cause there's a straight up struggle in my barrio,
2nd Ward gettin' high on the patio,
& when I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set,
I get respect when I step with my new Tek,
Don't sweat I check hoes daily,
On the regular talkin' to your lady,
On the cellular creepin' on the Lowride,
In the middle of the night with no lights,
In the .45 chillin' at the Dope House
Low-G is somethin' you don't know about
Little tricks on my dick 24 7
Treat them like a bitch & still got them hoes beggin'.
Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil
Stayin' high till I die flyin' like a eagle.

[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block Of Rock,
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on cock. [4X]

For years homeboy, for years...

[SPM:]
Your superficial talkin' 'bout life with a pistol
But youse a hoe livin' life clean as a whistle
My missles, oh they do leave body dimples,
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pitballs.
You simple, I'm complex,
& comin' on next, Oh take a wild guess,
The South Park Mex,
Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness,
You don't wanna start mess with the heartless,
I be the smartest, hottest, artist.
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches,
Shootin' star yes, Ol' trick no blow indo
Before they kick door, Then flip coke,
Tip-toe to the top,
Tellin' thug tales of wicked love spells,
Hoes & drug sales, Some fell,
In fact it's most,
So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke.

[Chorus:]
For years I've been workin' on the Block Of Rock,
For years I've been keepin' nina glock on cock. [4X]

[Outro:]

[SPM:]
H-Town, Hustletown, Did this for y'all, My boy Low-G.