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South Park Mexican

Hillwood Hustlaz II

 

Hillwood Hustlaz II

(album: Time Is Money - 2000)


[Chorus:]

Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons

[First Verse:]

i'll take my gun and make you run cuz it really dont make me numb,
slip through the hood dope i cook.
living my life the best i could,
robin hood the youngest crook here they come now watch out look.
go by the book, jaws i shook.
its that mexican dance with wolves.
swimming pools we some fool's diamonds and them ruby jewels.
making moves, haterz lose, just last week i made the news.
They accused but I won't lose
Mama's happy, Daddy's cool
What about you?  What do you do?
If you young, stay in school
We stay true, Dopehouse crew
Smoking yabba dabba doo
Jam this crew, we brand new
Following up this plan I drew
SP-Mex bubble jet
Counting dollars and them cents
Kick your door down and have you trying to jump your own fence

[Chorus]

[Second Verse:]

You haters ain't no friend of mine
Boys don't wanna let me shine
That's all fine, take in mind
Bust a rhyme, like a nine
How many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure
Write my friends in the pen
"Are you getting these letters I mailed ya?"
Rock and roll, opthimals
Then go eat at Poppa Dough's
So many hoes in the club
Pull my cash and buy them all a rose
Eighty-four, the story goes
On about that boy Carlos
Sipping fours, hitting dro
But never put nothing up my nose
Body froze, casket closed
Nightmares of the life I chose
Try my dope and overdose
Sucking up my killer flow
Freestyle pro, style: girbauds
Silky socks and matching clothes
Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes
Cracking jokes, spin a spoke
Silly question, do I smoke?
Breakfast?  Milk and Quaker oats
Eighty thousand dollar boat
Better not puff, better not pout
SPM is in your town
El Coyote in el mote, a.k. Senor Charlie Brown

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

The barbarian
Look where we buried him
In the hole, right next to the librarian
I married in, to the very end
Have your kids asking, "Daddy, who are those scary men?"
Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fucking wife
She told me "This the biggest tip I ever got in my life"
Nothing can save us, starched, stuffed Ben Davis
Selling dope, to my coked out neighbors
First full trip and let my clip get to ripping
Blood dripping out his shit, trying to run, but he limping
I come from the slums, survived on crumbs
I live like a man, and I'ma die like one

[Chorus]

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