Hillwood Hustlaz II - SPM

Chorus: South Park Mexican

Hillwood, hustlers

You can’t, see us

We run, Houston

Thousands, of tons

I’ll take my gun, and make you run

Cause it really don’t make me numb

Slip through the hood, dope, I cook

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

Momma’s happy, daddy’s cool

What about you, what do you do

If you young, stay in school

We stay true, Dope House crew

Smokin' yabba-dabba-doo

Jammin' Screw, 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

Tryin' to jump your own fence

Have you tryin' to jump your own fence

Jump your own fence

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You haters ain’t no friend of mine

Boys, don’t wanna let me shine

But that’s all fine, take in mine

Bust a rhyme, like a nine

How many times do I have to tell y’all

All my life, I’ve been called a failure

Write my friends, in the pen

«Are y’all gettin' these letters I mailed ya»

Rock and roll, optimals

Then go eat at Poppa Dough’s

So many hoes in the club

Pull my cash and buy them all a rose

'84, 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, (???)

Silky socks and matchin' clothes

Momma 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 monte

A.K.

Senor Charlie Brown

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(Spoken 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 were 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 up 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’m a die like one

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