Tytuł: Hillwood Hustlaz II

• Wykonawca: South Park Mexican
• Wyświetleń: 233

[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
  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
  
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