[SPM:]
|
You see I smash on you pussy's & creep wit the thugs
|
I got a T-Shirt that say ???? ?? ??? ?????
|
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
|
3 story beach house let's throw a party
|
Fucked-up in the head, I don't know what happened
|
I have nightmares & I wake up laughin'
|
With the bottle of tequila, tryin' to reach the bottom
|
& why do all my aspirins have an "X" on em?
|
Got 2 rusty gats
|
& 2 house cats
|
& I don't feed em shit so they live of the rats
|
Still didnt even pay my warrants
|
I just sat up in jail and my poriche.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
|
In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
|
In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
|
In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night.
|
|
[BASH:]
|
Hit the-hit the dope house cause I had to recop it
|
I need some Purity so I screwed it and chopped it
|
Haters can't block it, fuck a judge hard
|
Mexican's gettin' big so they start gettin' jealous
|
Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club
|
Cock blockers gettin' slapped with a muthafuckin' snub
|
You a thug, you a killer, you a gangsta, you a G
|
But I bet you with these hands man, you can't fuck with me
|
You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin' all that maza
|
You love the smell of shit, yeah, you love the smell of caca
|
While we love the smell of roses & we drivin' somethin' vicious
|
Yeah we comin' down droppin' all you punk bitches.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
|
In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
|
In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
|
In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night.
|
|
[ICE:]
|
Dicen que nos quieren matar pero ni se puedden acercar
|
Esta rola es una bomba que acaba de estallar
|
So fijate bien y mira quien es, no somos dos somos los tres
|
Los que fumamos mota para relisar estres
|
El mojado y el sur del park con el Bash listo para tumbarte
|
Listos para un desaster y por eso no quieren acercarse
|
So pescamos todos armados y el carro con rimes cromados
|
Escucha todo lo que yo te escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio
|
Representando los illegales y todos que crusaron el rio
|
Gritando sigan me los malos rodiando de mil caiga palos
|
Brincado en cada vecendario gritando libreren a Carlos.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
|
In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
|
In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
|
In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night.
|
|
[SPM]
|
I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothin' but
|
My niggas dead all because a fuckin' slut
|
I never love a hoe, that one fo' sho'
|
Fuck home cause I roam just like a buffalo
|
I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter
|
I can't stop smokin' cause no one like a quitter
|
Every 3 months my house would get raided
|
This muthaFuckin' album is the fuckin' shit?, ain't it?
|
Hydroponic leaves, rollin' up my sleeves
|
Throw your guns up in the sky for me
|
Hollin' peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand
|
Tryin' to make some cash, mama please understand.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
|
In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
|
In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
|
In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night.
|
|
-----------------
|
In Hillwood (feat. Baby Bash & Ice & Carolyn)
|
| South Park Mexican |
