Illegal Amigos (Screwed Version)

No nuts, no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me
Drink some more forty, fuck my little shorty
Pick out your ride, luxurious or sporty

Money is no object, for this killer project
I buy you a low-low that bounce like a hot check
You always have my back, my number one soldado
Watch that time fly on this diamond lace Movado

Me, I'm rollin' in the two-tone Corvette
My third wife ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records bang out of Texas
Real niggas eatin' emcees for breakfast

Relentless, when they hand me the steel
Get your family killed like Amityville
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
I pimp two bitches, Mary Jane and Snow White

(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos
(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, stackin' them C-notes

See a frown on my motherfuckin' face
This is the place, dig in my pocket
Nothin' but big face, dollar billers
See me rollin' in these streets with these motherfuckin' killers

Get off my lap, make a left on Hillah
Givin' shouts out, at that, yo SPM, pass me the gat
So I can show these motherfuckers where my heart is at
Catch me in the back of that Benzino, countin' on my C-notes

Nigga JP where the fuck we gon' go
Blowin' all this smoke, straight flowin' out the window
I thought you knew, we blowin' two sticks of endo
No turnin' back bro, continue on my hustle, though

I ain't comin' up short, must maintain, ain't that right, ho ho?
You see me at the show chillin' with them blunt masters
Twisted off that green Dragon sticky with that BS soaky
Puta, you couldn't even see me talkin' 'bout ain't that Chuy from the T.V

(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos
(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito

Illegal amigos, yeah, they be my people
We connected like dots, exchangin' C-Notes from kilos
Ask my nigga Nino, he knows
How to make A hundred thousand dollars if we started from zero

Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
The whole west, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
We went for pounds to pounds, and then kis to kis
And I still keep my eyes on my

K-Sam, we big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people
Afilliated, la conecta, illegal amigos
Blunt Masta C, South Park, Mexican
Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam

Outlaw Hoodlums, Capone and the Eses
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischiefs
Illegal amigos, the Mexican connection
Everything from kis to pounds to automatic weapons, big ballin'

(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos
(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito

As the sun goes down we begin to peep Stuff
I done cook my coke up and my dope is no punk
Don't fight the feelin' eventually, you give in
SPM, rock the world that you live in

Street raised for combat, hollin', "Where them bomb at"
Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a drawback
I go, all out walk down the wrong route
Gone south, knew what I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials
I twist y'all niggas up like pretzels
Man, Quien soy? Carlos Coy
Eighty 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"
You fellas just jealous, on my dick like relish
I promise I'ma show your bitch ass what hell is

(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos
(Who can hang, with illegal amigos)
Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito