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SPM
Fo sho
Ugh
1st Verse
It was me, Low G, and a couple of hoes
that we picked up in 2nd Ward on Avenue O
They want a cold cooler and a nick' sack of budda
I'm already high,
lost in the Bermuda
I got my six shooter
watch for the hoota
I'm quick on attack, just like the baracuda
Got a belly like a buddah
the p*ssy intruder
The "S" on my chest stands for Super Dee Duper
Cuz I'm a basketball hooper
Out-run the trooper
I'ma bring home the trophy like Cynthia Cooper
Cucaracha in my ashtray
a 40 on my lap
I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans and jacks
Slap hoes like a pimp
I spit like a snake
Get my cash with a rake
Break a hoe like a date
So, make no mistake
I bake cookies and cakes
In the Benz,
"SPM" on my lisence plates
Chorus
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2nd Verse
I smile on camera like "Abracadabra"
and I fk a b*tch down like a took some v*agra
I'm a stabber, I'm a sticker. No soda with my liquor
I'm the quicker picker-upper, grab a sl*t and go trick her
d*ck her down, slap her up, if she a stuck up tramp
Never run from no one cuz I might catch a cramp
Got that kill for a five dollar bill
Snitches and pigs love each other cuz they both squeal
I'm the greasiest, grimiest, grusomist
as a kid they would say I was use-less
I chunk a duece and keep creepin' on my ten-speed
My heart was empty, but now I fk 'em gently
In the Bently, can't believe this
but for everything, I gots to thank Jesus
Blessin' me with extraordinary skills
Now everytime I rap you muth*rfkers get the chills
Chorus
3rd Verse
Platinum necklace
dope game specialist
I get my d*ck sucked by my new receptionist
Wetback for President
fk an impressionist
girls cuss me out when I check my messeges
Dangerous family, bust cap like salary
try to swing for assault and battery
Musicly
I try to bring about unity
It's about you and me,
strengthen the community
Usually,
I blow, act stupidly
wanna shoot at me,
that s**t ain't blue to me
Fluently,
I be surrounded my jealousy
but I kill the fkin' players and the referee
I got jewels and gems
2000 Benz
People can't believe we some Mexicans
And if you hate, check me out Lo
if my name's in your mouth then my d*ck's down your throat
Chorus