H-Town G-Funk South Park Mexican

[South Park Mexican]
(Verse 1)
My sweet 'Llac fall back, just creeping on three wheels
A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills
I see meals
Coming down my path
In the ghetto cat's wrath, making math
I'm the last to blast, on that ass, now you the past
It's no joke, you get smoked like buddah grass
Who the fastest
Punk, I'm like Cassius
And when I crash this, you catch
WHIP lashes
Bitch, I'm on a mission, to listen
And give descriptions
Hung G's in my hood and their intentions
I hear gunshots ringing like hell's bells
I see drug sells, check out my thug tales
Fuck jails, bank swells keeps hella grip
And I can sell dope on ice
And never slip
They serving Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cuttin' bricks
Save my crumbs for the ones who sucking dicks
I may get rich on the ditch, you quick snap
I left that cut, now they wonder where the bricks at
My green shit stacks
Still clip packs
Thirty-six
Lead homies, so don't trip jack
It's the wetback, hittin' on the bongs
Son, in the long run, I'll be the strong one