S.p. So Bastardly Lyrics - When Devils Strike - South Park

[VERSE 1: SPM] 

I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic 

On the back of his head, S.P.M. tatted 

Boys down with me, like four flat tires 

Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy jaguars 

Try to make it rich, breakin' bricks 

My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch 

Was my first love, that I will admit 

Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette 

Do these rappers know, how it really go 

Or are they just another fake on the microphone? 

I listen to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat 

My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack 

Boys wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe 

Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow? 

I know it don't stop, even though they try 

45 years, in this like a homicide 

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[CHORUS: SPM] 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily 

[VERSE 2: COAST] 

The world has got me on edge 

I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the ledge 

To where if I drop, then I'm dead 

Man, it's probably best 

'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds 

Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead 

Or popped (of the death??) 

Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain 

I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change things 

'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly 

The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie 

I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape bang 

The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes 

So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently 

Out the dirty, throwed coast 

What the deal like baby, this is real life 

This is what it feels like, when you in the trill life 

This is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los 

I''d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro' 

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[CHORUS: SPM] 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily 

[VERSE 3: SPM] 

I'ma stay strong, stronger then they thought 

I made 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot 

But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark 

South Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark 

Money ain't a thing, never will I love it 

Guess that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it 

I spent it on my homies, spent it on my kids 

I put a diamond necklace in my momma's fridge 

But all the jealousy kept me drugged up 

I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one blunt 

So many enemies, for no good reason 

Guess they mad cause I make the dough look easy 

In the club, smokin' on a hog leg 

With some car friends wishin' I would drop dead 

Now that I'm on lock, they still can't take it 

Homie, I'm the king of this shit, man face it 

[CHORUS: SPM] 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily 

Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly 

And pull so fast-ily 

And pack so heavily