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South Park Mexican - Hillwood Hustlaz II lyrics
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 don't make me none Slip through the hood, dope I could Deliver my life the best I could Robin Hood, youngest crook Here they come now watch y'all look Go by the book, charge I shook It's that Mexican dance with wolves Swimmin' pools, we some fools Diamonds and them ruby jewels Makin' moves, gator shoes 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 Smokin' yabba dabba doo Jam this crew, we brand new Followin' up this plan I drew SP-Mex bubble jet Countin' dollars and them cents Kick your door down and have you tryin' 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 gettin' 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 Sippin' fours, hittin' dro But never put nothin' up my nose Body froze, casket closed Nightmares of the life I chose Try my dope and overdose Suckin' up my killer flow Freestyle pro, style: girbauds Silky socks and matchin' clothes Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes Crackin' 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 askin', "Daddy, who are those scary men?" Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wife She told me "This the biggest tip I ever got in my life" Nothin' can save us, starched, stuffed Ben Davis Sellin' dope, to my coked out neighbors First full trip and let my clip get to rippin' Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he limpin' I come from the slums, survived on crumbs I live like a man, and I'ma die like one Chorus |
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