Lyrics

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I woke up quick at around two Jump in my Benz and pick up DJ Screw Boys out there, makin' them tapes Separate the real niggas from the fakes My boy just got out, did a flat ten And he just can't stop talkin' 'bout that pen My best friend, but time destroys all men Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money I'm just a thug motherfuck, and you can't take nothin' from me Somebody once said they wanna see me dead The next week, they found the boy with two holes in his head I break bread with my killers in the H-TX It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch Known for my purity, pride, and security A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry [Chorus: South Park Mexican] 'Cause the boys on the cut don't give a fuck You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut Boys out there, slangin' that yay Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] The time has come, and the day is here 2001 is my motherfuckin' year I come from the head, it's the boy named Los The one that got everybody on they toes Straight up and still, I sell dope for a livin' In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies I'll have your fuckin' clique hollin' "Who killed Kenny?" With my gangsta bitch, that, I just met She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut [Chorus: South Park Mexican] 'Cause the boys on the cut don't give a fuck You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut Boys out there, slangin' that yay Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay 'Cause the boys on the cut don't give a fuck You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut Boys out there, slangin' that yay Only pussy motherfuckers say that crime don't pay [Hook: Ayana M] Fire, we on fire, we ain't gone stop Droppin' these bombs Fire, we on fire, we ain't gone stop Droppin' these bombs [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks Step in my face, I put you in an all black tux Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock My lead, hit ya head and make it snap, crackle and pop Now, how many times do I have to tell ya All my life, I've been called a failure My freestyle flow, is so untouchable I just got out the county jail two months ago Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl Man, I can't stop, I'm a keep on droppin' Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin' At the galleria, tell me, have you seen her I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer Leave a mark in this game, Aztec Indian I don't give a fuck 'cause every month I make a million [Hook: Ayana M] Fire, we on fire, we ain't gone stop Droppin' these bombs Fire, we on fire, we ain't gone stop Droppin' these bombs