Red beams and rice

[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby mama tell me Los I ain't afraid of you Fuck you during 15 percent of all my skrilla Man that's the mother of my children I can't kill her So I break bread and proceed to get head From a blonde bitch but her pussy hair red Strawberry patch got my back scratched up These other niggas rapping but they can't catch up I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord Peace to Filero representng Freeport I'ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska I'm sipping on a twoza and a twelve ounce shasta Docha Cabanna on my Nana Republic I keep my shit rugged cause the real niggas love it What's the rock cooking, nah I'm cooking rock Got my bitch working at the butt naked spot I'ma bunny hop my new drop out the shop Peace to Big Chief from the what, Rap-A-Lot I'ma hogging dog while I creep in the fog Pull out my dick and tell my bitch I need a job If you want service, I'm at 1-800-Murders Flipping chickens while you niggas flipping cheeseburgers I'm sipping on Durbas, wetter than some surfers Man I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches No way the churches could ever clean my paper Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad I don't hate you Soy Carlos Coy ese vato es bien loco Seventeen ki's and started off with one ocho