| Lyrics: | [Verse 1]
No nutt's 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, Luxturious or
Sporty
Money is no object for this killa project
Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot
check
You always have my back, my number one soldado
Watch the time fly on this dimond
lace novato
Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette
My third wife, ain't even born
yet
I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas
Real niggaz eatin MC's for
breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha steal
Get your family killed, like
amid-divil
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
I pimp two bitches Mary Jane
and Snow White...
(Chorus 1)
(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos,
from LB's tha Kilos
(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em
c-noes
[Verse 2]
C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha place?
To get my
pocket, nothin but big face
Dollar billers
See me rollin in these streets
With these
mothafuckin killas
Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah
Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM
pass me tha gap
So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at
Cath me in tha back
of that Benzino
Puntin on my C-Noes
Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go
Blowin all
this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of
vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though
I ain't comin up show
Must
maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!!
You see my at the show
Chillin with them blunt
masters
Pushin off that green dragons stick it
With that V and soak it
Puta! you
couldn't even see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...
Chorus
2:
(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples
(Who
can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal amigos stayin incognito...
[Verse
3]
Illegal amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like dots
Extensions C-Notes
from kilos
As my nigga niño, he know
How to make 100 thousand dollas
A week,
startin' from Zero
Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
The holly West, we
even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
House of pounds then Key's to Key's
And I still keep my
eyes on my K-Sam...
We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people
Afilliated, La
Colecta, Illegal Amigos
Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans
Brown Pround, Dino, and
my boy K-Sam
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack
Mischis
Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection
Everything from Key's to pounds to
automatic Weapons
Big Ballin...!
(Chorus 1)
[Verse 4]
As the sun
goes down we begin to post up
I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk
Don't fight
the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you live in
Street raise for
combat, hollin where tha bomb at
Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back
I go all
out, walk down the wrong route
Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout
Ya'll down my
padential, my padentials
I twist ya 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 Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...
(Chorus 2 |
