Текст песни In Hillwood

[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.South Park Mexican - In Hillwood - http://ru.motolyrics.com/south-park-mexican/in-hillwood-lyrics.html

[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.