Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illegal G'z, artist - South Park Mexican. Album song Ghetto Grammer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2001
Record label: Snakepit, Young Gotti
Song language: English
Illegal G'z |
| No nuts, no glory |
| Hear the whole story |
| I’ll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me |
| Drink some more forty |
| Fuck my little shorty |
| Pick out your ride |
| Luxurious or sporty |
| Money is no object, for this killer 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 niggas eatin' emcees for breakfast |
| Relentless |
| When they hand me the steel |
| Get your family killed |
| Like Amityville |
| The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe |
| I pimp two bitches, Mary Jane and Snow White |
| 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 motherfuckin' face |
| Is it the place |
| Dig in my pocket |
| Nothin' but big face |
| Dollar billers |
| See me rollin' in these streets |
| With these motherfuckin' killers |
| Get on my lap |
| Make a left |
| On Hillah |
| Givin' shouts out |
| At that, yo SPM, pass me the gat |
| So I can show these motherfuckers |
| Where my heart is at |
| Catch me in the back of that Benzino |
| Countin' on my C-notes |
| Nigga JP |
| Where the fuck 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 |
| Who can hang |
| With illegal amigos |
| Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos |
| Who can hang |
| With illegal amigos |
| Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito |
| Illegal amigos, yeah |
| They be my people |
| We connected like dots, exchangin' C-Notes from kilos |
| Ask my nigga 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 |
| 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 Chorus 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» |
| Fuck hoes and all that |
| Bitches 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 niggas up like pretzels |
| Man, quien soy |
| Carlos Coy |
| Eighty G’s a month, stayin' self-employed |
| Killin' '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 bitch ass what hell is |
| Repeat Chorus 2 |