Hillwood Hustlaz Ii Lyrics by South Park Mexican

Chorus:

Hillwood
Hustlaz
You cant
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons

First verse:

Ill take my gun and make you run
Cuz it really dont 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 yall look
Go by the book, charge I shook
Its 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 wont lose
Mamas happy, daddys 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

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Second verse:

You haters aint no friend of mine
Boys dont wanna let me shine
Thats all fine, take in mind
Bust a rhyme, like a nine
How many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life Ive 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 doughs
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

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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 ima die like one

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