South Park Mexican, Baby Bash - Wiggy lyrics

[South Park Mexican, Baby Bash - Wiggy lyrics]

Pull up, on the double
These boys want trouble
They call me Flintstone
And my homie's Barn' Rubble rebel, devil
Chase em' through the ghetto
Break these motherfuckers off with
Just one dedo
Metal bracelets, facin', worse incarceration
Aim for the dome, gotta keep my concentration
Since elementary, it was destined for me
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it early Saturday
I hit him with the shotty
That I bought from Academy
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucker
Didn't momma say not to play
With niggas from the gutter
I smell under-covers, I die with my brothers
And when I'm on the mic
I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum
You know the three digit's, bitch
You better dial 'em

No matter where you at
Do you represent your city
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you take fools out like
The homie Frank Nitty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Did your crib get raided by this little piggy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Have you ever whooped a nigga
Til he really look silly
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy

I suck the blood like mosquito
Facin' Judge Ito
Joint in my mouth, lookin' big as a burrito
Turnin' ten into twenty, twenty into forty
Forty into eighty, everything is gravy
Won't you play me in your deck ah
Microphone check ah
Quick to grab a chickenhead
Hutch by the neck ah
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me cryin'
Say that I'm a homewrecker
Berreta underneath my Raider sweater
Fuck a fine loca by the name of guera
Stackin' more cheddar, the Speedy Gonzales
Smoother than the head of
Mister Telly Sevalas
Tu sabes, haciendo jales, movin' llaves
Order two tacos with the beans and nopales
Don't blame us, just because I'm famous
And got my middle finger up
Your baby mama anus

Do you raise Ben Davis, or do you sag Dickies
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Does your bitch got your name
Tattooed on her titty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you bump 2Pac, or do you bump Biggie
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you sleep with your wife
Or with a nine milli
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy

I got sacks for sale, in the land of hell
My enemies don't even get a chance to yell
In the black Chevelle, with my man Miguel
Little pigs wanna put my fuckin' ass in jail
Stack my mail, where the bastards dwell
Puffin' on Jane cause that's my gal
Never brag or tell, but I blast 'em well
I shoot more shots than Sam Cassell, well
Pick the chosen, and form an alliance
Move in silence and gather loyal clients
Corporate giants with street science
Cookin' dope on a kitchen appliance
Don't try it, if you can't keep quiet
I put seventeen bullets in your diet
Layin' in a puddle cause
You hoes wanna rumble
SPM like Tarzan, King of the jungle

Do you got 5 screens in your '86 Rivi?
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you flip Snow White quick, fast
In a jiffy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
When you buy new tennies
Do you spend one fifty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you smoke swisha sweets
Or do you smoke Phillies?
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Have you ever bought a TV from dope fiend
Willie
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you sip Cognac, or do you sip Remy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Have you ever slapped a bitch for
Givin' you a big hickey
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Wiggy laughing
Do you get shit crunk, or do you get jiggy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Will you still be fuckin' when
You're way past sixty chuckling
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Could I hide in your house if the
Cops was tryin' to get me
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Would you fuck a thick bitch
Even though she wasn't pretty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
If I was doin' bad
Would you smoke a blunt with me
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Wiggy laughing are you a young city slicker
Or a country hillbilly
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you like Fonzarelli or Lenny and Squiggy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
When you wake up on a Sunday
Do you feel shitty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Do you pass on the ass
If you don't got a jimmy
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Just to fuck a fine bitch
Would you eat out the kitty
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Have you been with two hoes
That wasn't strictly dickly
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy
Wiggy laughing
Do you hit anything or are you really picky
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy

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