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

Fucked up in the head, i dont 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 dont feed em shit so they live of the rats

Still didnt even pay my warrants

I just sat up in jail and my poriche

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, fuck 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 fuck with me

You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that maza

You love the smell of sh?!*, 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

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

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

Fuck 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