Pepe Lepew

[Jay Tee]

I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches

?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitches

If it's love, it's love as soon as we walk in

You take the yellow one, but I'ma hit the dark skin

Outta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, Cuban

Me, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupid

Fuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves none

I ain't no star but tonight I'm finna fuck one

Make her break bread, get her buck naked

Triple X-Rated, my gat nickel plated

Had to scoop, gave the broad the boot

Collect my loot, and treat her like a prostitute

This pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodoo

I'm the shit like voodoo, fuckin' more hoes than yoohoo

Top notches is all I ever been with

I'm a dog let me tell ya what I been with

[Chorus]

Now this be the type of shit that we do

With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew

I'm a cold muthafucka and I thought you heard

I just put twinkies on my Thunderbird

This be the type of shit that we do

With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew

See after the show I'ma catch you later

Cuz I gotta count cash on my calculator

[Frost]

I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it up

Lick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city up

And giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it up

What's really up, we hit another million, give it up

Bottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it up

Toke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it up

So hold them up, actin' like you wanna get 'em up

I wet 'em up, I never let 'em up

Better run and cover up, and sober up

Before they find you floatin' in the river belly up

I count fetti up, business on the up and up

I tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7-Up

Break 'em up, bout to shoot the dice shake 'em up

11 up, get my chips then I scrape em up

I take 'em up to the telly, then I take it up

And that's fo real homeboy, I never make it up

[Chorus]

[South Park Mexican]

Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pockets

SP in the VIP smokin with the rocks

Fuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchen

Ya'll can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch in

Switch hits in, homie I ain't trippin'

Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin'

Make the world listen, from free world to prison

I chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin'

I was driven to my limits, I did it like Phyllis

Bitch made critics try to break me like a Guinness

All around crack star, just by the fast car

Quick 3 G's gettin' spent at the back bar

Act hard with the one they call the Crack Child

The one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptiles

Crooked, flippin I'ma reach 11 digits

Homes you can't see me, unless you buy some tickets