In Hillwood Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

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 sits by the sea 

Three story beach house, let's throw a party 

F!?#ed up in the head, I don't know what happend 

I have nightmares and I wake up laughing 

With a bottle of Tequila, tryna reach the bottom 

And why do all my aspirins have an 'X' on 'em? 

Got two rusty Gats, and two housecats 

And I don't feed'em S?!* so they live off the rats 

And still didn't even pay my warrants 

I just sat up in jail and ate my porridge 

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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 

(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 ___ ___ 

Mexican's getting big so they start getting jealous 

Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club 

___blockers getting slapped with a muthaf__in snub 

You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G 

But i bet you with these hands man, you can't f!*?# 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 b!*?#es 

CHORUS 

(ICE) 

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 

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(SPM) 

I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but 

My niggas dead all because a f!*?#in slut 

I never love a hoe, that one fa sho 

F!*?# 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 muthaF__in album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, 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 

CHORUS