Wiggy South Park Mexican (Ft. Baby Bash)

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
Pull up, on the double, these boys want trouble
They call me Flintstone, and my homie's Barn' Rubble
Rebel, devil
Chase em' through the ghetto
Break these motherfuckers off with just one dedo
Metal bracelets, facin', worse incarceration
Aim for the dome, gotta keep my concentration
Since elementary, it was destined for me, to see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it early Saturday
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from Academy
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucker
Didn't momma say not to play with niggas from the gutter
I smell under-covers, I die with my brothers
And when I'm on the mic, I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum
You know the three digits, bitch, you better dial 'em

[Hook: SPM]
No matter where you at, do you represent your city
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Did your crib get raided by this little piggy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Have you ever whooped a nigga til he really look silly
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy