South Park Mexican, ICE (USA), Baby Bash - In Hillwood lyrics

In Hillwood in Hillwood
In Hillwood in Hillwood

You see i smash on you pussies
And creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say (Weed is not drugs)
I got a tight spot that sit's by the sea
Three story beach house, let's throw a party
Fucked up in the head
I don't know what happened
I have nightmares, and I wake up laughin'
With a bottle of Tequila
Tryin' to reach the bottom
And why do all my aspirins have a X on 'em
Got two rusty gats two house cats
And I don't feed 'em shit
So they live off the rats
And still didn't even pay my warrants
I just sat up in jail and ate my porridge

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

In Hillwood

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
Mexicans gettin' big, so they start
Gettin' jealous overzealous when we dip
Through the spot, into the club
Cock blockers gettin' slapped
With the motherfuckin' snub
You a thug, you a killer, you a gangsta
You a G
But, I bet you with these hands, mayne
You can't fuck with me
You just a silly trick warrant, mayne
Talkin' all that maza
You love to smell the shit
Yeah, you love to smell the caca
While we love the smell of roses
And we driving somethin' vicious
Yeah, we comin' down
Droppin' all you punk bitches

Dicen que los quieren matar pero
Ni se pueden 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 realisar estres
El mojado y sur de park, con el Bash
Listo para tumbarte
Listos para un desaster por
Eso no quieren acercarse
So pescamos todos armados
Y el carro con rimes cromados
Cuetes en cada lado
Con medicina en mi liquado
Escucha todo lo que escribo
Por eso mi estilos bien frio
Repensentando los illegales y todos
Que crusando el rio
Gritamos siganme los malos
Rodiando de mil caiga palos
Brincando en cada scenario
Gritando "Libreren a Carlos"

I solemnly swear to tell
The truth and nothin', but
My niggas dead all because of fuckin' slut
I never love a ho that one, fa sho
Fuck home, cause I roam just like the buffalo
I'm the baby of the family
Runt of the litter i can't stop smoking
Cause no one likes a quitter
Every three months my house will get raided
This motherfuckin' album is the fuckin' shit
Ain't it hydroponic leaves
Rollin' up my sleeves
Throw your guns up, and the sky falling
Holla peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand
Tryin' to make some cash, mama, please
Understand