Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Beams and Rice, artist - SPM. Album song Best of the Best, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dope House
Song language: English
Red Beams and Rice |
Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas |
And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass |
In my cutlass, 1982 |
My baby mama tell me Los I ain’t afraid of you |
Fuck your threats, 15 percent of all my scrilla |
Man that’s the mother of my children I can’t kill her |
So I break bread and proceed to get head |
From a blonde bitch but her pussy hair red |
Strawberry patch got my back scratched up |
These other niggas rapping but they can’t catch up |
I’m blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord |
Peace to Filero representng Freeport |
I’ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska |
I’m sipping on a twoza and a twelve ounce shasta |
Docha Cabanna on my Nana Republic |
I keep my shit rugged cause the real niggas love it |
What’s the rock cooking, nah I’m cooking rock |
Got my bitch working at the butt naked spot |
I’ma bunny hop my new drop out the shop |
Peace to Big Chief from the what, Rap-A-Lot |
I’ma hogging dog while I creep in the fog |
Pull out my dick and tell my bitch I need a job |
If you want service, I’m at 1−800-Murders |
Flipping chickens while you niggas flipping cheeseburgers |
I’m sipping on Durbas, wetter than some surfers |
Clown them so bad I should join the fucking circus |
Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses |
I’ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches |
No way the churches could ever clean my paper |
Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad I don’t hate you |
Story Carlos Coy essay vato see I’m loco |
Seventeen ki’s and started off with one ocho |
We kick in doors, we robbing stores |
Creep 64's, welcome to gangsta life |
Packing beams, destroying dreams |
Sag dickie jeans, we make them see the light |
In studios, with mafios, fuck jazzy hoes |
It just don’t ever stop, so industry, prepare for me |
That double C, my nuts is all I got |
I walk in the club niggas stare at me |
Bitch you got something you want to share with me |
Can’t we just all live mare-ly |
Motherfuckers just wishing they could burry me |
I pull my quete, mom say I’m just like my Jeffe |
Creeping my carrucha, banging screw |
Throw up a effe soy el S P M, for my gente |
They want me on the billboard to say got leche |
Remember me from Reveille, X bitch was bare-ly |
Everytime a nigga got shot cops questioned me |
Teenage murderer, gat named Ursla |
Chunked her and the baker she the bitch they searching for |
Rolling out the hood, I came from the impossible |
Up a long gonna make it to a Conoco |
And if I did, what makes you think I’d have the dough |
Hollering like that, is making me unstoppable |
I’ma drop a fool and let him feel these things |
Ghetto vero pack a fero show you who I am |
I’ma make a change, didn’t show the game |
Want to know my name, and you heard of me |
I don’t love a bitch, and motherfuck a ho |
Work at Stop-&-Go, cool like an eskimo |
Down to shovels, no, and blizzard blind the game |
No more dying, this pusher just can’t be in vein |
I’ma see it, believe it we gone beat this man |
In the streets of game, this shit can’t stay the same |
Steadily praying man, this hito spread the wealth |
Be sell wanito, dope is gonna sell itself |
(South Park Mexican talking) |
That’s all I got in this, dirty, dirty fucking game |
Uh, slanging cocaine, uh, and pack my little thang, uh |
I got a nice aim, uh, it’s about money, fuck fame |
It ain’t no shame, I’ma come down sun or rain |
S.P. motherfucking mexicano, actin bad one throwed vato |
From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that’s my mato |
I rock hoes, I rock shows, I pop foes, what’s the deal |
We in this bitch freestyling (laughs) |