Artist: South Park Mexican (SPM) f/ Mr. Shadow, Baby Bash/Baby Beesh Album: Pocos Pero Locos: The Show (Compilation) Song: I Need a Sweet (Remix) Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [South Park Mexican {*dialing*}] Man, let me call this boy, man Hey, your boy doing bad [Juan Gotti] Dope House Records [SPM] What up, Gotti Say man, I need a ride to the weed house man [Juan Gotti] Fa sho', homeboy, I'll be right there [South Park Mexican] I need a sweet With short red hair And when a sweet I need to be there I need a sweet Hear what I say A killer sweet To get me through the day [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I need a sweet So I can blow A forty dollar sweet Full of indo I got a buzz Uh hun, that's why I does I put diamonds on my daughter's hairbrush In this times Of hate and pain We need a remedy To get us out the rain Jealousy A little greed I been thinking Of what I need Purple leaves With crystal flakes If it's not hydro, please get that out my face Two-twenty five for a half of O-Z In the club, with my homeboy Joey T My science project was in the school arena Cause I made a bong out this old steam cleaner Ya mon Chorus: South Park Mexican I need a sweet With short red hair And when a sweet I need to be there I need a sweet Hear what I say A killer sweet To get me through the day Help me out I need a sweet I really do I need a sweet Can I smoke a few I need a sweet To get me right I need a sweet Everyday and everynight [E-Dubb] {*scratching*} "Mr. Shadow..." (Verse 2) {South Park Mexican in background} [Mr. Shadow] It's uh, 4:20 Time to get high (High) Choke til I'm gone all day and all night (Night) Doing what I'm doin' when I'm cruisin' around It's Mr. Shadow from Diego and I'm holding it down We blazing a pound, from the west side, down to the south Three buds, no seeds, that's what I'm talkin' about We smoke cal til ya black out I'm in the zone and I don't wanna come back out Hell nah Let's all get, high Fly through the, sky I want a super red hair with green eyes Til I die, I'm a get my smoke on And write a song when I'm hittin' a bong All day long Ain't nothin' wrong with that And if you ever wanna chill, better bring a sack It's like that You'll get high off contact Don't ever let me catch ya dippin' in my chrome bat {Come on, Beesh} [Baby Bash] I need an S to the W, double E, T If you smoke with Baby Beesh, don't tell the police Cause I'm on that paper, mayn, that's wrong Cal with a sweet and fat O-zone If you want that dope I got a boat load While my girl got my baby momma in a chokehold Smoke til my eyes turn Japaneese Me and Carlos lit half-a-tree Now I don't pimp A jigalow I blow big indo with my niggaros Gotta mouth full of cotton cause I'm off green butter Marijuana, mayn, I love her [SPM] This some good ass weed, Beesh [Baby Bash] Ain't it, though? I will not think they'll play this on the radio I hope so, I need to pay my rent Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican] Man, that was some good ass weed, bro I'm feeling good Uh hun, my name is Los Uh hun, I'm feeling good {*Juan Gotti and SPM laughing*} [Juan Gotti] You a fool, nigga [SPM] Yeah, I'll take me to that next dimension, homie [Juan Gotti] Aight, yeah {*coughing*}