"All Cot Up" lyrics

[South Park Mexican:]
I might not know what to say
Rolling up in my Mercury
I'm on the sea and private toys
Mamma taught me how to kill them boys
My homeboys name is Lil' Troy
Me, my name is Carlos Coy
Roll on twenty-two inch alloys
But that'll never be my pride and joy
My little girl she off the hook
Make my ass stop and read a book
On her stove know'n how to cook
Now, I know how an angel look
My beauty queen, my Billy Jean
Some they come right in-between
I don't let nobody fuck up my dreams
So, I pack bubble gum machines
Everybody wanna, wanna, wanna be the king
Bitch, get off my ding-a-ling
I'll soak your ass in gasoline
Now, listen to my fat girl sing

[Ayana:]
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up

[South Park Mexican:]
Me and my boys. We selling weed
Still, I gotta slang that pappy seed
Snatch your bitch and rock her, G
Now, bitch, get your ass of a me
Kick her out my fucking room
Now, they waken me up at noon
Fuck that shit I'll take my time
I ain't leave 'til 3:09
Hold up, man, now stop the 'lac
I think I forgot my bom-bom sack
With my homeboy Lonny Mack
I'ma smoke 'til I have a, uh, cardiac
Where my army at? Stay on attack
One good shot and we all react
I smell a rat, so I feed the cat
Me be cool? Oh, never that
My cheddar's fat, I'll get the gat
Both of my pockets hella fat
I'ma democrat, what the hell is that?
Take my shit, better mail it back

[Ayana:]
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
When does the fucking verse come in?
He's all cot up

[South Park Mexican:]
Screwston, Texas, where I roam
Bought me a home off a Telephone
Took my wife on a trip to Rome
And bought my girlfriend silicone
That vanilla bone in the killer zone
Five-foot-nine with high heellas on
I sip Patrón, flip my phone
Left that pearl-white bitch alone
Most of my friends ain't around
Dead, locked up, or just can't be found
I keep my little girl safe and sound
Daddy gonna buy a Cinderella gown
And if that gown should disappear
Heaven is real but it isn't here
You can't take no souvenirs
Like those diamonds in your ears
Raised my daughter differently
'Cause the life I live won't set me free
Write my list of enemies
And kill them hoes alphabetically
Uh

[Ayana:]
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
Ay, all, he's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up