SPM - Hillwood Hustlaz II Lyrics
Chorus:HillwoodHustlazYou can'tSee usWe runHoustonThousandsOf tonsFirst verse:I'll take my gun and make you runCuz it really don't make me noneSlip through the hood, dope I couldDeliver my life the best I couldRobin hood, youngest crookHere they come now watch y'all lookGo by the book, charge I shookIt's that mexican dance with wolvesSwimmin' pools, we some foolsDiamonds and them ruby jewelsMakin' moves, gator shoesJust last week I made the newsThey accused but I won't loseMama's happy, daddy's coolWhat about you? what do you do?If you young, stay in schoolWe stay true, dopehouse crewSmokin' yabba dabba dooJam this crew, we brand newFollowin' up this plan I drewSp-mex bubble jetCountin' dollars and them centsKick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fenceChorusSecond verse:You haters ain't no friend of mineBoys don't wanna let me shineThat's all fine, take in mindBust a rhyme, like a nineHow many times do I have to tell ya?All my life I've been called a failureWrite my friends in the penAre you gettin' these letters I mailed ya?Rock and roll, opthimalsThen go eat at poppa dough'sSo many hoes in the clubPull my cash and buy them all a roseEighty-four, the story goesOn about that boy carlosSippin' fours, hittin' droBut never put nothin' up my noseBody froze, casket closedNightmares of the life I choseTry my dope and overdoseSuckin' up my killer flowFreestyle pro, style: girbaudsSilky socks and matchin' clothesMama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toesCrackin' jokes, spin a spokeSilly question, do I smoke?Breakfast? milk and quaker oatsEighty thousand dollar boatBetter not puff, better not poutSpm is in your townEl coyote in el mote, a.k. senor charlie brownChorusThird verse:The barbarianLook where we buried himIn the hole, right next to the librarianI married in, to the very endHave your kids askin', daddy, who are those scary men?Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wifeShe told me this the biggest tip I ever got in my lifeNothin' can save us, starched, stuffed ben davisSellin' dope, to my coked out neighborsFirst 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 crumbsI live like a man, and i'ma die like oneChorus
