Penitentiary Flow Lyrics - When Devils Strike - South Park

Here we go 

Say this is freestyle flow from the penitentiary 

SP on lock from the greed and jealousy 

I'ma pay back soon, momma don't cry 

Stay strong no matter what, even if I die 

I hold it down, and still got more trees than Christmas 

I'ma try to freestyle for about ninety-three minutes 

In the days as a youngster at the Quick Snap 

It was me, Pity Pat and his younger bother Black 

Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie, Mushey 

Lil' Anthony, Craig, and my nigga Abrae 

Berry stealing cars and Raymond started smokin' 

Five-O's raided houses like they playin' for Oakland 

Jump out boys tryin' to catch Mr. Coy 

Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Pink Floyd 

We looked up to drug dealers, growing up fast 

I lost an ounce down the sink cause I use the wrong glass 

Fuck pickle jars and mayonnaise too 

I bought a pyrex at the U of H school 

I acted like a student, they tried to make me prove it 

Mexicans in college, son are you stupid? 

Stupid is what stupid does, then they all just looked at us 

Finally they sold them to me, I went home and cooked it up 

Rockafella a cappella I could just go on for eva 

Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer sweater 

Spray that bam on my leather 

Like girls spray perfume on a letter 

SPM hard as ever, c'mon yall all together 

Cali back to Harlingen, theres no need for arguing 

I'm the hardest on this mic, ma'an they know what is happenin' 

uh ma'an 

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