In Hillwood
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๐ Lyrics
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.62] You see i smash on you pussy's, and creep wit the thugs
[00:19.11] I got a t-shirt that say "weed is not drugs"
[00:22.45] I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
[00:25.34] Three story beach house lets throw a party
[00:28.98] Fucked up in the head, i dont know what happened
[00:31.95] I have nightmares and i wake up laughin
[00:35.19] With the bottle of tequila, tryna reach the bottom
[00:38.22] And why do all my aspirins have an "x" on em
[00:41.68] Got two rusty gats
[00:43.13] And two house cats
[00:44.78] And i dont feed em shit so they live of the rats
[00:48.05] Still didnt even pay my warrants
[00:51.03] I just sat up in jail and my poriche
[00:54.37] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[00:57.17] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[01:00.65] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[01:03.76] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[01:07.06] Hit the-hit the dope house cause I had to recop it
[01:10.45] I need some Purity so I screwed it and chopped it
[01:13.76] Haters can't block it, fuck a judge hard bitch
[01:16.52] Mexican's getting big so they start getting jealous
[01:19.99] Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club
[01:22.93] Hot blockers getting slapped with a muthafukin snub
[01:26.75] You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G
[01:28.94] But i bet you with these hands man, you can't fuck with me
[01:32.58] You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that maza
[01:36.03] You love the smell of sh?!*, yeah you love the smell of caca
[01:39.22] While we love the smell of roses and we drivin something vicious
[01:42.14] Yeah we comin down droppin all you punk bitches
[01:45.30] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[01:48.28] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[01:51.37] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[01:54.82] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[01:58.23] Dicen que nos quieren matar pero ni se puedden acercar
[02:01.32] Esta rola es una bomba que acaba de estallar
[02:04.61] So fijate bien y mira quien es, no somos dos somos los tres
[02:07.69] Los que fumamos mota para relisar estres
[02:10.82] El mojado y el sur del park con el Bash listo para tumbarte
[02:14.43] Listos para un desaster y por eso no quieren acercarse
[02:17.07] So pescamos todos armados y el carro con rimes cromados
[02:20.55] Escucha todo lo que yo te escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio
[02:26.72] Representando los illegales y todos que crusaron el rio
[02:30.13] Gritando sigan me los malos rodiando de mil caiga palos
[02:33.48] Brincado en cada vecendario gritando libreren a Carlos
[02:36.69] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[02:39.50] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[02:42.93] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[02:46.06] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[02:49.06] I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but
[02:52.79] My niggas dead all because a fukin slut
[02:56.12] I never love a hoe, that one fa sho
[02:59.18] Fuck home cause I roam jus like a buffalo
[03:02.18] I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter
[03:05.56] I can't stop smoking cause no one like a quitter
[03:08.93] Every three months my house would get raided
[03:12.13] This muthaFukin album is the fukin shit?, ain't it?
[03:15.24] Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
[03:18.57] Throw your guns up in the sky for me
[03:21.45] Hollin peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand
[03:24.89] Tryna make some cash, momma please understand
[03:27.88] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[03:30.73] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[03:34.26] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[03:37.20] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[03:42.37]
[00:19.11] I got a t-shirt that say "weed is not drugs"
[00:22.45] I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
[00:25.34] Three story beach house lets throw a party
[00:28.98] Fucked up in the head, i dont know what happened
[00:31.95] I have nightmares and i wake up laughin
[00:35.19] With the bottle of tequila, tryna reach the bottom
[00:38.22] And why do all my aspirins have an "x" on em
[00:41.68] Got two rusty gats
[00:43.13] And two house cats
[00:44.78] And i dont feed em shit so they live of the rats
[00:48.05] Still didnt even pay my warrants
[00:51.03] I just sat up in jail and my poriche
[00:54.37] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[00:57.17] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[01:00.65] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[01:03.76] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[01:07.06] Hit the-hit the dope house cause I had to recop it
[01:10.45] I need some Purity so I screwed it and chopped it
[01:13.76] Haters can't block it, fuck a judge hard bitch
[01:16.52] Mexican's getting big so they start getting jealous
[01:19.99] Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club
[01:22.93] Hot blockers getting slapped with a muthafukin snub
[01:26.75] You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G
[01:28.94] But i bet you with these hands man, you can't fuck with me
[01:32.58] You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that maza
[01:36.03] You love the smell of sh?!*, yeah you love the smell of caca
[01:39.22] While we love the smell of roses and we drivin something vicious
[01:42.14] Yeah we comin down droppin all you punk bitches
[01:45.30] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[01:48.28] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[01:51.37] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[01:54.82] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[01:58.23] Dicen que nos quieren matar pero ni se puedden acercar
[02:01.32] Esta rola es una bomba que acaba de estallar
[02:04.61] So fijate bien y mira quien es, no somos dos somos los tres
[02:07.69] Los que fumamos mota para relisar estres
[02:10.82] El mojado y el sur del park con el Bash listo para tumbarte
[02:14.43] Listos para un desaster y por eso no quieren acercarse
[02:17.07] So pescamos todos armados y el carro con rimes cromados
[02:20.55] Escucha todo lo que yo te escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio
[02:26.72] Representando los illegales y todos que crusaron el rio
[02:30.13] Gritando sigan me los malos rodiando de mil caiga palos
[02:33.48] Brincado en cada vecendario gritando libreren a Carlos
[02:36.69] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[02:39.50] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[02:42.93] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[02:46.06] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[02:49.06] I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but
[02:52.79] My niggas dead all because a fukin slut
[02:56.12] I never love a hoe, that one fa sho
[02:59.18] Fuck home cause I roam jus like a buffalo
[03:02.18] I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter
[03:05.56] I can't stop smoking cause no one like a quitter
[03:08.93] Every three months my house would get raided
[03:12.13] This muthaFukin album is the fukin shit?, ain't it?
[03:15.24] Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
[03:18.57] Throw your guns up in the sky for me
[03:21.45] Hollin peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand
[03:24.89] Tryna make some cash, momma please understand
[03:27.88] In Hillwood, where they ain't afraid to shoot
[03:30.73] In Hillwood, where the fiends play the flute
[03:34.26] In Hillwood, where they can't see the light
[03:37.20] In Hillwood, where they don't sleep at night
[03:42.37]