Illegal Amigos

Illegal Amigos Lyrics

(SPM)
No nuts, No glory
Hear the whole story
I'll be on stage when you kill that punk for me
Drink some more 40,
f**k my lil shorty
Pick out ya ride, Luxurious or Sporty?
Money is no object
For this killa project
I'll buy you a Low-Low that bounce like a hot check
You've always had my back
My number one Soldado
Watch the time fly on this diamond-laced Movado
Me, I'm rollin in the 2-tone Corvette
My 3rd wife, ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records
Bang outta Texas
Real niggas eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me the steel
Get your family killed, like Ametyville
The ink in my pen shoots poison from my blowpipe
I pimp 2 b**ches, Mary Jane and Snow White

Chorus 1

Verse 2(Chuy Loco
Big frown, on my motherf**kin face
Is this the place?
Dig in my pocket, nothin but big face
Dolla billas
See me rollin in these streets with these motherf**kin killas
Gat on my lap. Make a left on Hillard
Givin shouts out and dap
Yo SPM pass me the bat
So I can show these motherf**kers where my heart is at
Catch me in the back of that Benzino
Countin all my C-notes
Nigga J.P. Where the f**k we gon go?
Blowin all this smoke
Str8 flowin out the window
I thought you knew we blowin 2 sticks of Indo
No turnin back bro.
Continue on my hustle, though. I ain't comin up short.
Must maintain. Ain't that right ho, oh
See me at the show
Chillin wit them Bluntmastas
Twistin off that Green Dragon sticky
Wit that V.S.O.P.
Puta, you couldn't even see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V.?

Chorus 1
(You can't hang, with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, from LB's to Kilos
(You can't hang, with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin them C-notes

Verse 3(Chuy Loco)
Illegal Amigos, yeah
They be my peoples
We connected like dots
Exchangin C-notes for Kilos
Ask my nigga Nino, He know
How to make a 100,000 dollas if we, started from Zero.
Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A.
The Holy West, we even go Montigua Bay
We went from, pounds to pounds
And then Keys to Keys
And I still keep my eyes on these hatas watchin me
K-Sam, we big ballin. That's what I'm tellin my people
Affiliated, La Conecta. Illegal Amigos
Bluntmaster, C, South Park Mexican,
Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam
Outlaw, Hooligans, Capone, and the Eses
Chuy Loco, Falcon, ???, the Misfits
Illegal Amigos, the Mexican Connection
Everything from keys to pounds, to automatic weapons
BIG BALLIN'

Chorus 2
(you can't hang, with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos stayin down wit our peoples
(You can't havg, with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos stayin incognito

Verse 3(SPM)
As the sun goes down, we begin to post up
I done cooked my coke up, and my dope is no punk
Don't fight the feelin, eventually you'll give in
SPM rock the world that you live in
Street-raised for combat, hollerin where the bomb at?
f**k hoes and all that, b**ches is a drawback.
I go all out. Walk down the wrong route.
Down South. Know what I'm talkin bout?
Ya'll doubt my potential, my credentials?
I'll twist ya'll 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
You fellas, just jealous, on my dick like relish
I promise I'ma show your b**ch ass where Hell is.

Chorus 1&2 and out