South Park - Somethin' I Would Do - Sözleri

(SPM)

I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse



(Grimm)

Then just freestyle it



(SPM)

Alright, I can do that



First Verse (SPM):



Bring it back, drop the top on the 'Lac

Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback

Got the black gat, can't come wack

'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap

Now they call me up, all on nuts

Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks

Sippin' on Dom Perigion

Five, six songs and my ass is gone

Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone

See if my boy Baby Beesh is home

From San Anton to the Astrodome

Smoke weed with Cheech, and hash with Chong

Two A.M. sunglasses on

'Twice last night', that's my nastiest song

Now it's on, ask my T. Jones

Seem like the whole World on my ding-dong



Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):



(Baby Beesh)

Take two hits and pass it on to you...



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Fill my swimmin' pool up with some brew



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



Second Verse (SPM):



Well I'm S-P-Mex in the place to be

And I went to Bedrock University

I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich

I chill with the real and I won't never switch

Jump out the bed, come from the head

Last name Flintstone, first name Fred

My low-low, hop like a pogo

Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto

Run from no one 'cause I might get a cramp

Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food stamps

Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools

Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels



Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):



(Baby Beesh)

Smokin', chokin' on PePe LePew...

 



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Make a dollar bill turn into two....



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



Third Verse (SPM):



You wanna play with the S, ha?

Twenty-five on my dresser

White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta

Slow and low, here we go

Doin' the impossible

Jam rock & roll

Exotic cold

I done lost my high a lil' while ago

Put away your gun, have some fun

Not no star, but I'm stabbin' one

A stallion, saddle up the horses

My Gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress

Two divorces and only lost a Corvette

My third wife, STILL ain't born yet

No sweat, I relax in Houston

I'm the one that went gold, with no distribution

Rhymin', now them hoes mine and

Your boy went from muthaf**kin' dimes to diamonds



Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):



(Baby Beesh)

Drop my top and pick up DJ Screw



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Show my love, I'll show it back to you...



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Tell your kid to stay his ass in school...



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Step on stage and act just like a fool...



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two



(SPM)

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do



(Baby Beesh)

Say Homeboy you stepped in Doggy-Doo

Go outside and please wash off your shoe



(SPM)

Say Grimm, roll another Baby dick and let's get high, fa sho!










		
			



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