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LETRA
In Hillwood You see I smash on you pussy's, and creep wit the thugs I got a t-shirt that say "weed is not drugs" I got a tight spot that sits by the sea Three story beach house lets throw a party Fuc*** up in the head, I don't know what happened I have nightmares and I wake up laughin With the bottle of tequila, tryna reach the bottom And why do all my aspirins have an "x" on em Got two rusty gats And two house cats And I don't feed em shit so they live of the rats Still didn't 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 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, f*** a judge hard bitch Mexican's getting big so they start getting jealous Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club hot blockers getting slapped with a muthafukin snub You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G But I bet you with these hands man, you can't f*** with me You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that masa You love the smell of shit, yeah you love the smell of caca While we love the smell of roses and we drivin something vicious Yeah we comin down droppin all you punk bitches [Chorus] 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 realizar estres El mojado y el sur del parque con el Bash listo para tumbarte Listos para un desaster por eso no quieren acercarse So pescanos todos armados y el carro con rines cromados cuetes en cada lado con medicina en mi licuado Escucha todo lo que escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio Representando los illegales y todos que cruzaron el rio Gritando siganme los malos rodeando de mil caigapalos Brincado en cada escenario gritando libreren a Carlos [Chorus] I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but My niggas dead all because a fukin slut I never love a hoe, that one fa sho F*** home cause I roam jus like a buffalo I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter I can't stop smoking cause no one like a quitter Every three months my house would get raided This muthaFukin album is the fukin 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 Tryna make some cash, momma please understand [Chorus]
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