South Park Mexican - The Beach House lyrics

rate me

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

I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke

Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke

No damn hope, I loc 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 of played proball 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, skip 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 hoe 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 dank smooth, all night long

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 bags than shoes and 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

Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking

If you want to jack, I got something for you

Not the chimmy change for the beans and rice

Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice

Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping

Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer

Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya

Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers

You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie

On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie

They trying to shoot me, cause I'm making movies

Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies

I'ma eat at Lugies, save my doobies

She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies

I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma

I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona

Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba

I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba

See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know

That I'm with a swamp thing and Papa Dough

And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean

Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion

All in the open, where people could see

My nextdoor neighbor's taking pictures of me

I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand

Bought the lot and told the cops get off of my land

With my barbie, I'ma throw a party

They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie

No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee

About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me

But anyway man, hold them up, who is you

You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue

But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit

Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick

But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him though

But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll

Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks

And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once

So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet

Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth