Artist: South Park Mexican f/ Ayana M. Album: Time Is Money Song: He's a Bird, He's a Plane Typed by: Detreceiver2g@aol.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com [South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) The Dope House Got it snowin' in the summer Drug runner Fuck the "I'm-a-gonna-wanna" Fast learner Attack like piranah My next Big hit's called Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I smoke her cause I love her Bought a Danny Glover Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother I'm from the gutter, diggin' in your trash can Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance I came up off the cut Buyin' 'Llacs and trophy trucks The only thing I Sell is smokable products In my all white chucks Turn a man into dust You wanna meet the devil, hun You in a bad rush I'm a keep a smile, I was born the crack child Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion Pronounce him dead by 4 P.M. Call me Los Kevorkian (Kevorkian...) Chorus: Ayana M. Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine Now his flow is a beautiful thang SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) In Hillwood (In Hillwood...) We didn't have many choices I'm hearin' noises outside, I hear voices The Coys is a family who didn't have much Except the love of a single mother's touch The lust of money Had me slangin' 'caine and weed I was first on the block And last to leave Feel the rain as it falls on this Tricky game Breakin' 'caine, clear your sinuses Like liquid drain Lift my name, guess my pain is used To entertain A simple thing in every city seems like Shit's the same Born loser, V-12 cruiser I opened up a store for the common drug user Thirty-six eggs Come from each chicken Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison They go to jail or hell, just because it's free admission Man Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) Five on the dot When I hit the crack spot Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven Caught a fiend with the pipe And arrested him for resin Fuckin' pigs Want me so bad, they can taste it But you bitches Gonna have to settle for a basshead Cause I don't slip Broke quick, or bend a ship Wrap a platinum hit Make the police captain sick Back street legends The world feel my prescence I'm the first man to Touch it when the dope Gets to Texas You can keep the Lexus cause I bought two Benzes On the microphone, I brake you off with one sentence Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air They asked me what my race was I told them, "It was player" A very rare breed, almost extinct The way I walk, the way I think The shit I wear, the shit I drink The way I stink I smell like fruity hydroponic When haters see my car They turn around and vomit I'm loco Fuck any player hatin' joto You ain't got no love for me I ain't got no love tan poco (Poco...) Repeat Chorus Twice