Woodson And Worthing Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

[SPM:] 

Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh 

This is damm Filero this is damm Filero 

he on the mothafucken what sobrero 

the bake hood bring me some bake 

hey Filero pull up bass in this song 

man i don't hear no bass ok 

yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo 

here we go man 

Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel 

want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill 

gone off the X its the SP-Mex 

just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets 

hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak 

I be freestyle flowing in my sleep 

out to Hous-tone that's my dam home 

I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb 

Man put em up man I can't quit 

I need a forty and a forty cigarette 

down for my raza mira lo que pasa 

when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa 

maybe orchata check my palabras 

I like girls with the real pretty patas 

Ima throw vato back to chase gato 

SPM mean South Park Mojado 

1 in a billion V-12 engine 

in the same city with Destiny's Children 

I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa 

I be the ship its better shamda kaka 

I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister 

and my killas got more pliers than wrencha 

gangsta gangsta read all about it 

22 holes in ya' brand new outfit 

feestyle flow is all I come with 

I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch 

in the land of g's smoking QP's 

Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees 

man I get crunked do what with my thang 

swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain 

dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb 

I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb 

Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass 

I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp 

mothafucking berry with a lil cherry 

my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very 

so dam very mothafuckin scary 

with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry 

I'ma say hi to my favorite cities 

I don't even care if they what little bitty 

I get on my knees and I thank the Lord 

whipping boys down with my microphone cord 

swurl to the world diamonds and pearls 

all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl 

straw to the nose curl up my toes 

selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes 

man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets 

better tell ya boys to cool it 

cause I grab it and I pull it man 

[Chorus X2:] 

As I look up at the sky 

my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye 

my body temperature falls 

I'm shakin can they break in 

tryin to save a dog 

[Second Verse:] 

Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip 

but I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip 

peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump 

Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump 

trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup 

man i gotta have it i ain't lying im in love 

with the codine on the Martin Luther King 

left on crest crump creep creep my sterling like a hole scene 

im a mothafucken hook pirex get shoked 

i sell dope on foot i'ma understand i'ma 

hustling man rock the white sand 

wash the white van get the fuck 

out if you see y'all jump out 

undercover cops got their eyes 

on the south just bought a house 

never took a louse everything 

i got come from a quarter ounce 

that's what i started in the game with 

niggas short stoping at the bunny what ridge 

if they want bricks gotta come to the 

hill taking no less than a ten dollar bill 

you can have the three five seven 

dollar pieces i'ma dress like a fein no 

gold and no creses i got my gun 

no time for fun is saturday night 

slang till i see the sun peace 

to Hulon and the what Tio drinking 

in the plut and my nigga Pancho 

Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green 

mothafucken Ken and my brother 

Roni man can you see don't put it pass 

me fuck the R.I.P i die for my G in the 

Orlens way scott plaza Woodson n Worthin 

patna cause as i hillwood hustla that's my damm click 

were we like to sell bricks and we like to 

fight pits i just had puppies but somebody 

stoled my dogs im telling young niggas i don't 

call the laws when i fucken catch you i'ma 

pistol whip you man better ask you older 

brother and sister look what you done i'll 

fell off the subject who wanna off my 

banana republic man lets who back the 

clover land park bough my white teeth 

from super k mart on this damm mic i go so hard 

forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car man 

[Chorus X2:] 

As I look up at the sky 

my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye 

my body temperature falls 

I'm shakin can they break in 

tryin to save a dog