Illegal Amigos

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 lil' shorty

Pick out your ride, luxurious and sporty

Money is no object for this killer project

I'll buy you a low-low that bounce like a hot chick

You always have my back, my number one soldado

Watch the time fly on this diamond laced Movado

Me, I'm rollin' in the two-tone Corvette

My third wife ain't even born yet

I'm Dope House Records, bang outta Texas

Real **** 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

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos from L-Bs to kilos

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos, stackin' them C notes

See it proud on my motherfuckin' face, is this the place

Get my pocket, nothin' but big face dollar billers

See me rollin' in these motherfuckin' streets with these killers

Get on my lap, make a left on Hiller

Give me shouts out, and dap, 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' all my C notes

**** JP, where the fuck we gon' go?

Blowin' all this smoke, straight flowin' out the window

I though you knew we blowin' two sticks of indo, no turnin' back, bro

Continuin' on my hustle though

I ain't comin' up short, must maintain, ain't that right ho, oh

You see me at the show, chillin' with them blunt masters

Twisted off that Green Dragon sticky with that V S O P

Puta, you couldn't even see me

Talkin' 'bout, ain't that Chewy from that TV

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos, puttin' it down with my peoples

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos stayin' incognito

Illegal amigos, yeah, they be my people

We connected like dots, exchangin' C notes for kilos

Ask, my **** Nino, he know

How to make a hunnid thousand dollars if we started from zero

Now, we got connections from Chicago to LA

The whole Midwest, we even got Montego Bay

We went from pounds to pounds, and then keys to keys

And I still keep my eyes on my enemies

They said we big ballin'

That's what I'm tellin' my people

Affiliated, la connecta, illegal amigos

Blunt master C, South Park Mexican

Brown Tribe, Nino and my boy Cage Sam

Outlaw hoodlums, Capone and the Essex

Chuy Loko, Falcon, and Latin Mistress

Illegal amigos the Mexican connection

Everything from keys to pounds to automatic weapons

Big ballin'

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos from L-Bs to kilos

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos stackin' them C notes

As the sun goes down, we begin to post up

I done cooked my coke up, and my dope is no bunk

Don't fight the feelin', eventually you give in

S.P.M. rock the world that you live in

Street raised for combat, hollerin', where the bomb at?

Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a drawback

I go all out, walk down the wrong route

Gone south, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials

I twist y'all **** up like pretzels

Man, quién 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 is jealous, on my dick like relish

I promise I'ma show your bitch ass where hell is

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos, puttin' it down with my peoples

You can't hang with illegal amigos

Illegal amigos stayin' incognito