Spm Vs. Los Lyrics - Never Change - South Park

[Los] 

I was raised on beans and rice 

and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised 

Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice 

I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had lice 

I'm the kid that lost my sanity 

I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries 

Mama sat me down for some serious talks 

On how to keep the rats out the cereal box 

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[SPM] 

I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit 

We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro 

Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough 

When you started to smoke that's when you changed 

The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came 

It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint 

In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed 

Now you got children and a beautiful wife 

The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life 

Enjoy your self man you only live once 

Take your family vacation and relax for a month 

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[Los] 

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga 

I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga 

Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats 

The penitantary's the only place when I can relax 

I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge 

The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids 

I'm just sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own 

I got a camera 

for every fuckin' inch of my home 

It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck 

I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck 

A G daddy left me at the age of three 

Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me 

[SPM] 

Chill homie cut dad some slack 

Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back 

You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub 

We was only seven when our house got shot up 

Mom was all bloody I saw that shit 

It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid 

You blessed by God man you can't give up 

And run around town not givin' a fuck 

Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit 

It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so quick 

You made it look easy but It's just an illusion 

You did the impossible and took over Houston 

Now everybody thinks they can do like you 

Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass crew 

Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to prove 

Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they want to 

[Los] 

Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin' n'shit 

I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit 

No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch 

You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets bitch 

Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head 

Can't you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead, 

You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too 

all it takes is one bullet to kill me and you 

[gun shot] 

Damn dawg, you hear that gun shot? 

Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out! 

All my people fight da evil 

Some sniff paint and some shoot needle 

Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women 

All the children need someone to show them they can't be someone 

Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand what y'all want 

[SPM] 

Say, Los, check this out, man 

[Los] 

What up, SPM? 

[SPM] 

Say, let's just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out 

[Los] 

Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit 

[SPM] 

Ha-ha