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South Park Mexican - Somethin' I Would Do lyrics
f/ Baby Beesh, Grimm (SPM) I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse (Grimm) Then just freestyle it (SPM) Alright, I can do that First Verse (SPM): Bring it back, drop the top on the 'Lac Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback Got the black gat, can't come wack 'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap Now they call me up, all on nuts Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks Sippin' on Dom Perigion Five, six songs and my ass is gone Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone See if my boy Baby Beesh is home From San Anton to the Astrodome Smoke weed with Cheech, and hash with Chong Two A.M. sunglasses on "Twice last night", that's my nastiest song Now it's on, ask my T. Jones Seem like the whole World on my ding-dong Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): (Baby Beesh) Take two hits and pass it on to you... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Fill my swimmin' pool up with some brew (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do Second Verse (SPM): Well I'm S-P-Mex in the place to be And I went to Bedrock University I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich I chill with the real and I won't never switch Jump out the bed, come from the head Last name Flintstone, first name Fred My low-low, hop like a pogo Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto Run from no one cuz I might get a cramp Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food stamps Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): (Baby Beesh) Smokin', chokin' on PePe LePew... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Make a dollar bill turn into two.... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do Third Verse (SPM): You wanna play with the S, ha? Twenty-five on my dresser White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta Slow and low, here we go Doin' the impossible Jam rock & roll Exotic cold I done lost my high a lil' while ago Put away your gun, have some fun Not no star, but I'm stabbin' one A stallion, saddle up the horses My Gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress Two divorces and only lost a Corvette My third wife, STILL ain't born yet No sweat, I relax in Houston I'm the one that went gold, with no distribution Rhymin', now them hoes mine and Your boy went from muthafuckin' dimes to diamonds Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): (Baby Beesh) Drop my top and pick up DJ Screw (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Show my love, I'll show it back to you... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Tell your kid to stay his ass in school... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Step on stage and act just like a fool... (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two (SPM) Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do (Baby Beesh) Say Homeboy you stepped in Doggy-Doo Go outside and please wash off your shoe (SPM) Say Grimm, roll another Baby dick and let's get high, fa sho! <laughter until track ends |
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