The Beach House South Park Mexican

[South Park Mexican talking]
Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go

[Verse 1]
I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I eloped with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could've played pro ball, but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, scared go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more cause to me they just pennies
I won two emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
Cause a ho just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dang snooze on my alarm
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bag specials than Sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my Glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers