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The Purity Album, South Park Mexican
The Purity Album
Release type: Album
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Duration: 73:03  
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Dope House Intro Lyrics 01:39 192 2,27 0.10
You Know My Name Lyrics
I'm SPM, you know my name
I'm the one that came about the dope game
I've payed my dues and kept my cool
I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school
I'm from the streets, thank God for rap
I creep through my hood in a smoke gray 'llac
Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes
I got too many, too many heh yo
I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets
I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex
My lex is outside plus I got a six four
But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole
I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swingin 84s
Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio
I'm blowin this mary and im sippin on sherry
Give my homies mamma money for his convisary
My name is..

S........ P....... M......
south park mexican

Heh yo pass the green of weed tweedle lee tweedle la
Livin like a king fill the steam in my spa
Before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl
I started off small now I'm stronger than the law
You know my name, I'm SPM
In this rap game I'm the creme a la creme
I tell you what it is and ill tell you what it was
Eexotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs
Police at my door, fedaralis on my phone
I guess im makin too much money with my microphone
I did my time no sunshine
it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine


Uh I used to be a shoe shiner
Now I sip aunt jamima
I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china
I take em break em down represent that H-Town
I'm Los el Mehicano in english Charlie Brown
My top is on drop and my trunk is on pop
My girl is snow white in the form of a rock
My hot block is in this in this rap I break againas
Blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas
Dances with the wolves in my southern side hood
Got seven brick houses all made out of wood
I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpers
Or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head hunters
You name my name

04:44 192 6,51 0.10
Follow My Lead Lyrics 04:28 192 6,14 0.10
2 Joints Lyrics 04:44 192 6,51 0.10
Dope Game Lyrics
Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton
Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse

[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys with no brains

I remember long ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job

To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards except Mexican Express
I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors

[Chorus x2]

It's the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, never at my house
Whether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowance
Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

[Chorus x2]

04:35 192 6,32 0.10
Rollin Lyrics 03:56 192 5,43 0.10
Child Of The Ghetto Lyrics 03:21 192 4,60 0.10
Watch The Block Bleed Lyrics 04:27 192 6,11 0.10
I Wanna Know Her Name Lyrics 04:05 192 5,61 0.10
Styrofoam Cup Lyrics 03:47 192 5,21 0.10
Meet Your Fate Lyrics 04:03 192 5,57 0.10
Cookie Baker Lyrics 04:02 192 5,55 0.10
We Did Dat Lyrics 03:20 192 4,56 0.10
Crazy Lady Lyrics 04:44 192 6,48 0.10
Whatever You Do Lyrics 04:04 192 5,60 0.10
I Am Your Future Lyrics 04:35 192 6,31 0.10
Problemas Lyrics 04:51 192 6,67 0.10
Right Now Lyrics 03:44 192 5,12 0.10