Illegal Amigos Lyrics - Power Moves - South Park

[Verse 1] 

No nutt's no glory, hear the whole story 

I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me 

Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty 

Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty 

Money is no object for this killa project 

You always have my back, my number one soldado 

Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check 

Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato 

Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette 

My third wife, ain't even born yet 

I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas 

Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast 

Relentless, when they hand me tha steal 

Get your family killed, like amid-divil 

I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White... 

The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe 

(Chorus 1) 

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) 

Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos 

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) 

Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes 

Related 

15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

[Verse 2] 

C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha place? 

Dollar billers 

To get my pocket, nothin but big face 

See me rollin in these streets 

With these mothafuckin killas 

Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah 

Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap 

So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at 

Cath me in tha back of that Benzino 

Puntin on my C-Noes 

Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window 

Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go 

I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo 

No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though 

I ain't comin up show 

Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!! 

Chillin with them blunt masters 

You see my at the show 

Pushin off that green dragons stick it 

With that V and soak it 

Puta! you couldn't even see me 

Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V... 

Photos 

Chorus 2: 

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) 

Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples 

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) 

Illegal amigos stayin incognito... 

Illegal amigos, yeah! 

They be my people, we connected like dots 

[Verse 3] 

Extensions C-Notes from kilos 

As my nigga nio, he know 

How to make 100 thousand dollas 

A week, startin' from Zero 

Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.) 

House of pounds then Key's to Key's 

The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay) 

We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people 

And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam... 

Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos 

Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans 

Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam 

Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis 

Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis 

Big Ballin...! 

Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection 

Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons 

(Chorus 1) 

I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk 

[Verse 4] 

As the sun goes down we begin to post up 

Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in 

SPM, rock tha world that you live in 

Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at 

I go all out, walk down the wrong route 

Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back 

Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout 

Ya'll down my padential, my padentials 

I twist ya niggas up like pretzels 

Man quien soy? Carlos Coy 

80 G's a month stayin self-employed 

Killin 'em softly, raisin 'em off me 

They askin me if I'm the best 

I tell 'em probably 

I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is... 

You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish 

(Chorus 2