South Park Mexican — Hillwood

[South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) The year is '70 October the fifth I done did my nine months, now my life take a shift In the free world now You better raised me good But instead, I blaze in the crazy hood I was three when my pops took a long vacation Now I'm solo Facin' the revelation Gotta bolo For a dope fiend to hit And I show no fee if you want some shit I'm high as the sky Fishin' for fry Be a G til the D-A-Y I die Oh my Why Would you ever test This Mex in a Lex, just bangin' out of Texas You know I'm gonna wreck this shit Along with any other bitch who disrespect my clique Like a bit I got the heart of a killer And them hoes come out like a three wheeler Cause I freaks my 'draulics, fuckin' hoes in college Bitches swingin' on my nuts, it's so stylish Model it On my dick like a six-four Peace to all my baby's mamas Really, though I'm a damn fool, and G's can vouch that Up in the ghetto, puttin' cheese on a mouse trap But one day, I'm gonna rise And come up Til then, I'm dealin' dope from sundown To sun up Chorus: South Park Mexican "On the hills of Hillwood, Texas" "On the hills of Hillwood, Texas" "On the hills of Hillwood, Texas" "You best not test this mex in a Lex" (Verse 2) As I crept through my hood, it felt good, all my homies Have my back, with a gat in Hillwood, hustlin' Is the hobby Brothers, if you will And all of those hoes Really love us on the Hill Be real If your blood runs deep in the hood, all that could've, should've Would've put a bunk in the wood, all stood All good Keep they fuckin' bank if I take What you got, with my Glock, I be great You hate the way G's comin' up, with a mic I write What you like, it's my motherfuckin' life I never shive, not the type Indeed, I am But if they tryin', to take my ends I be damn Bam bam to that man in the pen, older boys too Young to get stung, come with the holy boys Hold the noise, I show boys to precise to Fend from the skunk, in my blunt, to be nice, shoot Dice, hit killer, swig a motherfuckin' eightball Pour a little for the ones Who took that great fall Cause I keeps all my dead homies in my heart They got a head start And still we never part Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) I remember December of '88 Blue boys hit the cut, was too late to break Had to swallow three stones, tossed my chrome in the bushes Seven dirty pigs, jackin' up three bushes My homie caught a case, tryin' to race the van Got scooped and fin to face the man In the black gown with the wooden hammer Bammer Give my nigga seven in the slammer Damn, a Old motherfucker passin' time All my frends gone, guess I'm last in line Better find me a new way to hustle Six years in the game, and I still feel the struggle Smuggle Weed across the checkpoint Just another day On the job, as I mob, but the pigs oink Smoke a joint on the way to the valley Now I'm comin' back and they wanna search my Cadi' It's a risk when you tryin' to make that fast bank But them mutts can't smell past my gas tank So I catch 59 back to H-Town Arrive safely with my thrity eight pounds Fresh from the border May I take your order You just want a single, that be five and a quarter Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican] Never will I be a fraud So true to the game, fool Man So slick