[Verse 1]

No nutt's no glory, hear the whole story

I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me

Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty

Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty

Money is no object for this killa project

Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check

You always have my back, my number one soldado

Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato

Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette

My third wife, ain't even born yet

I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas

Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast

Relentless, when they hand me tha steal

Get your family killed, like amid-divil

The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe

I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White...



(Chorus 1)

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)

Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)

Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes



[Verse 2]

C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha place?

To get my pocket, nothin but big face

Dollar billers

See me rollin in these streets

With these mothafuckin killas

Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah

Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap

So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at

Cath me in tha back of that Benzino

Puntin on my C-Noes

Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go

Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window

I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo

No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though

I ain't comin up show

Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!!

You see my at the show

Chillin with them blunt masters

Pushin off that green dragons stick it

With that V and soak it

Puta! you couldn't even see me

Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...



Chorus 2:

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)

Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)

Illegal amigos stayin incognito...



[Verse 3]

Illegal amigos, yeah!

They be my people, we connected like dots

Extensions C-Notes from kilos

As my nigga niño, he know

How to make 100 thousand dollas

A week, startin' from Zero

Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)

The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)

House of pounds then Key's to Key's

And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...

We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people

Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos

Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans

Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam

Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis

Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis

Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection

Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons

Big Ballin...!



(Chorus 1)



[Verse 4]

As the sun goes down we begin to post up

I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk

Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in

SPM, rock tha world that you live in

Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at

Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back

I go all out, walk down the wrong route

Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout

Ya'll down my padential, my padentials

I twist ya niggas up like pretzels

Man quien soy? Carlos Coy

80 G's a month stayin self-employed

Killin 'em softly, raisin 'em off me

They askin me if I'm the best

I tell 'em probably

You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish

I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...



(Chorus 2