The Beach House chords and lyrics - SOUTH PARK MEXICAN

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[Verse 1]
[Am](South Park Mexican [E]talking)
Uh, yo, pick [Am]up the music a little [E]bit
[Am]For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, what's up, what's [E]up [Am]JC[E]
Man it's real [Am]man, here
[E]we [Am]go[F][Am]

[Verse 2]
I'ma have to [Am]smoke,
I'ma have to fucking [E]toke
Keep it in my [Am]lungs like an inside [E]joke
No damn [Am]hope, I loc with the [E]game
Got married at the [Am]crack
hotel [F]in south [Am]man
Holler if you feel me, wet like [E]willy
Got my own island like that
[Am]little nigga [E]Gilly
And the dang Skipper,
[Am]fucking that [E]Ginger
[Am]Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you,
I'ma throw [E]dew
Got a fine [Am]bitch [E]in the 6-0-2
It's more on the [Am]menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America,
I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, skip go to [E]church
Got the block [Am]hotter than your
[E]girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the [Am]curbs with my
brand new twen[E]ties
[Am]Go buy some more cause to
[F]me they just [Am]pen nies
I won two emmys, man I [E]win awards
Got so much [Am]heat I could
open up your [E]pours
Fresh out the [Am]county, fresh like [E]downy
Now my mama [Am]high,
cause she [F]ate my weed [E]brownies
Now she [Am]tripping c[E]alling 9-1-1
I'm sad cause she [Am]called
me a what a bad [E]son
But I [Am]promise it's gone wear off s[E]oon
[Am]Do what I do and just
watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel [E]used
Cause a hoe just want [Am]to get
in my fruit of the [E]loom
I'm about the [Am]shrooms, I'ma
spread the [E]news[Am]
SPM un[F]defeated can't [Am]lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night [E]long
I love [Am]mama tattooed on my [E]arm
[Am]Dopehouse charm,
with the diamond[E]s in it
[Am]I'ma fuck Missy Elliot [F]for one [Am]minute
Then I be finished, I smoke [E]spinach
Just [Am]like Popeye except a little [E]different
I sell reggie but I [Am]smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags
than shoes and sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my [E]hustle
Never love a [Am]bitch cause I
just don't [E]trust her
Never popped the question,
[Am]I'ma stay a [E]bachelor
[Am]I'm in the kitchen flipping
[F]cookies with my [Am]spatula
Do what I [E]have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I
come holler at you
Call me the greaser,
[Am]roach and [Dm]a tweezer
Don't fuck [Am]with that nigga
cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla,
[E]co caine dealer
[Am]Get my shit off [E]a eighteen wheeler
My nig[Am]gas, niggas, [E]bar sip[Am]pers
Now I'm packing [F]flippers,
[Am]large old flippers

[Verse 3]
[Am]Roll 80 vogues till them
hoes start [E]clacking
If you want to [Am]jack, I got something [E]for you
Not the [Am]chimmy change
for the beans and [E]rice
[Am]Then to the store I need [F]a
40 on some [Am]dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught [E]sleeping
Caught another [Am]case so I
got to call my [E]lawyer
Got a fine [Am]chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them
[F]Tennessee [Am]Oilers

[Verse 4]
[Am]You can play hockey,
[E]I'ma play [Am]hookie
On the mic niggas say that
[E]I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot [Am]me,
cause I'm [E]making [Am]movies
Went gold [F]twice, buy [Am]ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Lu[E]gies, save my doobies
[Am]She in a D cup cause I
[E]bought them boobies
I'ma take [Am]the tuna, [E]shoes are puma
[Am]I'ma go on vacatio[F]n to Blue [Am]Lagoona
Cause I like to scuba, on [E]the island Aruba
I'ma [Am]eat a bowl of beans and
I'ma [E]play the tuba
See [Am]I'm awful throwed,
y'all should [E]also know
That [Am]I'm with a swamp [F]thing
and [E]Papa Dough
And he [Am]frozen,
got the what [E]house on the ocean
[Am]Fuck her in the ass
[E]with some suntan lotion
[Am]All in the open, where p[E]eople could see
[Am]My nextdoor neig[F]hbor's
taking [Am]pic tures of me
I'm a powerful man,
I bought a [E]house on the sand
Bought the [Am]lot and told the cops
get [E]off of my land
With my [Am]barbie, I'ma throw a [E]party
They [Am]want my autograph
but I don't got a sharpie
No more bacardi, I'm drunk
I need some [E]coffee
About to throw [Am]up bitch
get the fuck [E]off me
But anyway man, hold them [Am]up,
who is [E]you
You ain't my girlfriend,
[Am]my girlf[F]riend was wearing bl[Am]ue
But you suck a good dick,
so I won't [E]say shit
Then I saw the [Am]bitch kissing
on my boy [E]Nick
But what he don't know ain't
[Am]gone hurt him [E]though
But hold up when he [Am]hear this
song he'll be swoll
Man, I'ma have to tell him
that his album [E]sucks
And he shouldn't [Am]buy
it or even listen to it [E]once
So let it be a lesson any [Am]girl
that you [E]meet
Take her to the store [Am]and tell that
bitch to brush her teeth

[Verse 5]
[Am]Roll 80 vogues till them hoes
start [E]clacking
If you want to [Am]jack,
I got something [E]for you
Not the [Am]chimmy change
for the beans and [E]rice
Then to the [Am]store I need a
40 on some [E]dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I
got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look [E]just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee [Am]Oilers

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