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V.I.P
South Park Mexican Lyrics


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(Spm)
V. I. P. Baby
Uhhh
The room's kinda foggy, ballin is a hobby
She said I like your style, I told her it was doggy
More champagne, and more white wine
She had a gold chain that looked just like mine
Now you might find my life hard to believe
I hop in my Jeep and holla talkin is cheap
Where my keys homeboy? I snatch 'em from the Valet
It's pourin' down rain, Rollin down South Main
2: 16 when I hit the scene, Pull up at After Hours 'bout to live my dream
I got the Infra beam wit a 1/5 of Lean, gave the password and a fist of green
Now chiggycheck 1, 2, this one's for you
V. I. P. D. J. Jammin??? Screw
Surrounded by nudity and private security
My game like cain son, you can taste the purity
Chorus
It's a private party, at the V. I. P.
How many playas wanna be like me?
Drinks on the house, put it on my tab
We 3 young playas just actin bad
In the gs Lex, or the sf6
Order??? And some Thai while I'm hittin my licks
So just pass the Kill, and pop the Dom
At the V. I. P. Baby, once again it's on.
Say where my playas at? Where my playas at?
Uhhh sippin on yak wit the gangsta hatuhhh
Blowin on trees Puffin on a fat uhhh
Playa made paper now it's on like that
Lookin at my Cartier, I thinks it's time
Platinum strapped to my wrist, Diamonds 'bout to make me go blind
When I step throught the door better watch yo gal 'fore I make that hoe mine
I've been a Mack since way back, my Zodiac the Dolla Sign
In time, you'll find me too clever, however
Give me a hard-headed broad, I'll change her like the weather
Give me a broke-legged frog, I'll make it jump forever
Give me some crack and some bars and I'll make plenty cheddar
Pimpin ain't easy, but somebody's gotta do it
Conversation ain't nothin, lest you're willin to pursue it
If you gon do it, you better stay true to it
Man pimpin ain't dead, you just new to it.
Chorus
(Pancho Villa)
Girl we're V. I. P., Very Important People
Mr. Pancho V and Tommy G
With yo mamis all up under me
So we slidin in the Beamer or the gs3
Highly scouted pro playa, Never been a hater
Congratulater, Don't get mad when I take her
And break her, to the woman that you could not make her
Known for pullin top notch models, s** with all the gatos
Well paid vatos, Never had the same O's
Always down to share hoes, and after the club
I'm in the Tahoe, where all the girl's follow
All ya'll look good, which one of ya'll gon swallow?
Gucci on my eyes, diamantes on my teeth
Dimples in my cheeks, Hydroponic in my leaf
Lookin hella good like every playa should
Paper come from wood, but I come from hood.
Chorus and out

Overall Meaning

The song "VIP" by South Park Mexican is a typical portrayal of the rapper's lavish lifestyle filled with parties, champagne, and women. The song opens with an image of a foggy room where SPN is partying and enjoying his life. He impresses a woman with his style and possession of a gold chain similar to hers. He then goes out to his Jeep and asks for the keys from the valet to ride in the rain down South Main. SPN goes to a club where he chills in the VIP section and enjoys the company of beautiful, semi-nude women and drinks on his tab. He brags about his expensive cars and jewelry, boasting of living his dream.


In the chorus, SPN raps about living in a world of private parties in VIP sections and questions how many playas or people want to be like him. He asks for drinks on his tab and shares this moment with his two friends, where they act like troublemakers and enjoy the life they have earned. The verse by Pancho Villa further explains their superior status as VIPs, and they are unapologetic playboys who know how to enjoy life. SPN closes the song by affirming his self-made success and the difficulty of pimping but advises newcomers to stay true to their hustle.




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on Mexican Radio

Corrected - thanks Angel

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on Mexican Radio

The song "Mexican Radio" by South Park Mexican is an autobiographical song that reflects his journey from a street thug to a successful rapper. The song starts with him giving a shout out to his homies at the radio station, and then SPM brags about his success, like cruising in roll Cadillacs, smoking weed, and losing two grand shooting craps at a casino. He then talks about his old friend who is in jail and asks for his three kids to look after. He describes the friends routine in jail, "wake up at 5 AM for fruit loops, draped in white overalls and black boots". SPM talks about his life on the streets, from running around town with a sack of rocks to wearing matching polo shirts with socks. He promises his mom that he'll grow up someday and become an astronaut.

In the chorus, SPM proudly declares that he's on the Mexican radio and repeats it several times. The second verse starts with him talking about his dad, who represents Texas and how his haters are just jealous of his success. He then talks about hustling and making money through bird flipping, and how everybody knows that his back is not dry. He reveals that his life is like a tumbleweed, and he's trying to dodge death and jail. He also mentions his car's muffler falling out and how people laughed at him. In the third verse, SPM brags about his wealth, buying cribs on the side of lakes, and having a waterproof gun while swimming. He asks the reverend to pray for him when he dies, and he amusingly counts his car's TVs, which are 11. The song ends with SPM giving another shout out to his buddies and his signature sign off.

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