"Illegal Amigos" lyrics

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 little shorty
Pick out your ride
Luxurious or sporty
Money is no object, for this killer project
I buy you a low-low
That bounce like a hot check
You always have my back
My number one soldado
Watch that time fly on this diamond lace movado
Me
I'm rolling in the two-tone Corvette
My third wife
Ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records
Bang out of Texas
Real niggas eating MCs 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

Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos
Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, stacking them C-notes

See a frown on my motherfucking face
Is it the place?
Dig in my pocket
Nothing but big face
Dollar-billers
See me rolling in these streets
With these motherfucking killers get on my lap
Make a left on Hillah
Giving shouts out at that
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
Counting on my C-notes
Nigga JP
Where the fuck we gon' go
Blowing all this smoke
Straight flowing out the window
I thought you knew, we blowing
Two sticks of endo
No turning back, bro
Continue on my hustle, though
I ain't coming up short
Must maintain
Ain't that right, ho
Oh
You see me at the show
Chilling with them blunt masters
Twisted off that green dragon sticky
With that V and soak it
Puta
You couldn't even see me
Talking 'bout
Ain't that Chuy from the TV

Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, putting it down for my primos
Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, staying incognito

Illegal amigos, yeah
They be my people
We connected like dots, exchanging C-Notes from kilos
Ask my nigga Nino
He know
How to make
A hundred thousand dollars if we
Started from zero
Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
The whole west, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
We go
House of pounds, and then
Kis to kis
And I still
Keep my eyes on my
M-E

K-Sam, we big balling
That's what I'm telling my people
Affiliated, la conecta
Illegal amigos
Blunt Masta C, South Park, Mexican
Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam
Outlaw hoodlums
Capone
And the eses
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischiefs
Illegal amigos, the Mexican connection
Everything from kis to pounds, to automatic weapons
Big balling

Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos
Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, stacking them C-notes

As the sun goes down, we begin to post up
I done cook my coke up, and my dope is no punk
Don't fight the filling
Eventually, you give in
SPM, rock the world that you live in
Street raised for combat
Hollering, "Where them bomb at"
Fuck hoes and all that
Bitches is a drawback
I go, all out
Walk down the wrong route
Gone south
Knew what I'm talking 'bout
Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials
I twist y'all niggas up like pretzels
Man, quien soy
Carlos Coy
Eighty Gs a month, staying self-employed
Killing 'em softly, raising 'em off me
They asking me if I'm the best
I tell 'em, "Probably"
You fellas just jealous, on my dick like relish
I promise I'm 'a show your bitch ass what hell is

Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, putting it down for my primos
Who can hang
With illegal amigos
Illegal, amigos, staying incognito