Baby Bash - In Hillwood lyrics

[Carolyn Rodriguez] In Hillwood... In Hillwood... In Hillwood... In Hillwood... [Verse 1: South Park Mexican (Carolyn Rodriguez)] You see I smash on you pussies And creep with the thugs I got a T-shirt that say (Weed is not d**) I got a tight spot That sits by the sea Three story beach house, let's throw a party f**ed 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 a** friends have a X on 'em Got two rusty gats Two house cats And I don't feed 'em sh**, so they live off the rats And still didn't even pay my warrants I just sat up in jail and ate my porridge Chorus: [Carolyn] In Hillwood [SPM] Where they ain't afraid to shoot [Carolyn] In Hillwood [SPM] Where the fiends play the flute [Carolyn] In Hillwood [SPM] Where they can't see the light [Carolyn] In Hillwood [SPM] Where they don't sleep at night [Carolyn] In Hillwood [Verse 2: Baby Bash] 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 f** a Judge [{*Ellis*}] Mexicans gettin' big, so they start, gettin' jealous Overzealous when we dip Through the spot, into the club co*k blockers gettin' slapped With the motherf**in' snub You a thug, you a k**er, you a gangsta, you a G But I bet you with these hands, mayne, you can't f** with me You just a silly trick warrant, mayne, talkin' all that maza You love to smell the sh** 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 b**hes Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: ICE] 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" Repeat Chorus [Verse 4: South Park Mexican] I solemnly swear to tell the truth and nothin', but My n***as dead all because of f**in' s*ut I never love a ho That one, fa sho f** 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 motherf**in' album is the f**in' sh**, 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 Repeat Chorus Twice