Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SPM Diaries , by - South Park Mexican. Song from the album When Devils Strike, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.10.2006
Record label: Dopehouse
Song language: English
SPM Diaries |
| Whats the deal man, we back in this camp |
| I’m doing this right here off the shot of coffee my boy Flaco gave me you heard. |
| Creasin' my pants as I dance with the devil |
| I used to ride a bike that only had one pedal |
| No nike kicks, broke than a bitch |
| I started comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks |
| I’mma flip it like a script at the (?) |
| Thats my lil' spot, 8 by 10 cubic |
| Nah, I ain’t stupid, never have been |
| They locked up they (?) now they all laughin' |
| Celebrating life with they kids and they wife |
| They wishing I would die as my lil' girl cries |
| Always knew that these hoes would be coming for me |
| But my comeback’s gone be something to see |
| I can’t stand a ho, on a tv show |
| They say «I'm Hispanic» or «I'm Latino» |
| Bitch you a Mexican, say that shit |
| Why the fuck is you acting scared to represent |
| Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heat |
| Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol Pete |
| I’m from the South East but got love for the North |
| And these are just the diaries that SPM wrote |
| Mr. SP can you spare a few pages |
| To write whats on my mind and record a few tapes and |
| It’s the Rasheed creepin' in my Batman boat |
| My money tripled like the chin on a fatman throat |
| But haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda bored |
| You know I always be that Dope House spinal cord |
| I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes |
| And also how a haters body fits in one suitcase |
| I told you once, I use you motherfuckers for lunch |
| I pull more stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tons |
| I got guns, I mean I got guns |
| I heard you had some heat too, but not much |
| I’m the pusha, run 'em like Alaskan huskies |
| And still smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS |
| Bring it to your chest |
| You should know by know, I don’t aim for the legs |
| Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a dryer |
| I’mma run a lil' something by ya |
| In the battlefield theres nothing like you’ve ever known |
| Soy el pelon de Houston con fe y corazon |
| Estereo, es serio, Houston hasta Mexico |
| Cortalo, vendelo, SPM dejalo |
| Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G Flores |
| Juan Gotti bring dolores y casa de millones |
| Y Fiero, en este juego, necesitas huevos |
| Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te quiero |
| Puro AK-47, ya vete |
| Tu vas pa tras y dile que te respete |
| Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas partes |
| Te doy coca y cuetes que son cuates |
| Como mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra |
| Fumando me llamo Rolando Mota |
| Everytime the wind blows I reach for my heat |
| And these are just the diaries that SPM wrote |
| And these are just the diaries that SPM wrote |
| And these are just the diaries that SPM wrote |