Comin’ Up Comin’ Down South Park Mexican

[South Park Mexican]
Down
That G, in H-Town
South bound, as I clown
Come around, blaze a pound
Comin' up
Comin' down
That G, in H-Town
South bound, as I clown
Come around, blaze a pound

(Verse 1)
Well, let me
Jump, in this funk, with a pump and fake
Give me five funky dollars, you can bump my tape
Cause my flow come realer than a dealer servin' killer
Ain't nobody trilla
Still a body chiller
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker than a cheetah
Me drop you on your pita, then snatch your senorita
I be the creeper, the back street sweeper
Want a pound of reefer, then hit me on my beeper
Leaf of the ganja, make me really want ya
Dip me up in water
Fried with me Sancha
Got ya, me Glock
Pop, pop on your drop top
The way I dodge cops, like the rock in hop scotch
Drop a pig, I can dig, deep
In your terrordome
Smoke
On my square alone, don't
No one care at home
Pair of chrome
Gats, blow backs on the sidewalk
I got
My lock
Poppin' hot rocks
In your body, party hardy, Lodi Dodi
Carley, your daddy smoke like
Bob Marley
Sorry, I'm hardly the one you should learn from
Everywhere I turn, somebody wanna burn one
It's the cursed son, worse than the first one
When me gat burst, to the nurse or the hearse
Cause I shoot 'em in the booty, man, local Hillwoodian
Choppin' on a cookie, momma put me in the looney bin
Could've been a better man
Up in Never, Neverland
Jesus's helpin' hand
Reason this record jam
Never ran, never will, still chill in Hillwood
Damn sure feel good
Livin' in a real hood