Hillwood Hustlaz II 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hillwood Hustlaz II |
| 歌手 | South Park Mexican |
| 专辑 | Time Is Money |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : SPM | |
| Chorus： | |
| Hillwood | |
| Hustlaz | |
| You can't | |
| See us | |
| We run | |
| Houston | |
| Thousands | |
| Of tons | |
| First verse: | |
| I'll take my gun and make you run | |
| Cuz it really don't make me none | |
| Slip through the hood, dope i could | |
| Deliver my life the best i could | |
| Robin hood, youngest crook | |
| Here they come now watch y'all look | |
| Go by the book, charge i shook | |
| It's that mexican dance with wolves | |
| Swimmin' pools, we some fools | |
| Diamonds and them ruby jewels | |
| Makin' moves, gator shoes | |
| Just last week i made the news | |
| They accused but i won't lose | |
| Mama's happy, daddy's cool | |
| What about you? what do you do? | |
| If you young, stay in school | |
| We stay true, dopehouse crew | |
| Smokin' yabba dabba doo | |
| Jam this crew, we brand new | |
| Followin' up this plan i drew | |
| Sp-mex bubble jet | |
| Countin' dollars and them cents | |
| Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fence | |
| Chorus | |
| Second verse: | |
| You haters ain't no friend of mine | |
| Boys don't wanna let me shine | |
| That's all fine, take in mind | |
| Bust a rhyme, like a nine | |
| How many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i've been called a failure | |
| Write my friends in the pen | |
| "are you gettin' these letters i mailed ya?" | |
| Rock and roll, opthimals | |
| Then go eat at poppa dough's | |
| So many hoes in the club | |
| Pull my cash and buy them all a rose | |
| Eighty-four, the story goes | |
| On about that boy carlos | |
| Sippin' fours, hittin' dro | |
| But never put nothin' up my nose | |
| Body froze, casket closed | |
| Nightmares of the life i chose | |
| Try my dope and overdose | |
| Suckin' up my killer flow | |
| Freestyle pro, style: girbauds | |
| Silky socks and matchin' clothes | |
| Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes | |
| Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke | |
| Silly question, do i smoke? | |
| Breakfast? milk and quaker oats | |
| Eighty thousand dollar boat | |
| Better not puff, better not pout | |
| Spm is in your town | |
| El coyote in el mote, a.k. senor charlie brown | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse: | |
| The barbarian | |
| Look where we buried him | |
| In the hole, right next to the librarian | |
| I married in, to the very end | |
| Have your kids askin', "daddy, who are those scary men?" | |
| Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wife | |
| She told me "this the biggest tip i ever got in my life" | |
| Nothin' can save us, starched, stuffed ben davis | |
| Sellin' dope, to my coked out neighbors | |
| First full trip and let my clip get to rippin' | |
| Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he limpin' | |
| I come from the slums, survived on crumbs | |
| I live like a man, and i'ma die like one | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : SPM | |
| Chorus: | |
| Hillwood | |
| Hustlaz | |
| You can' t | |
| See us | |
| We run | |
| Houston | |
| Thousands | |
| Of tons | |
| First verse: | |
| I' ll take my gun and make you run | |
| Cuz it really don' t make me none | |
| Slip through the hood, dope i could | |
| Deliver my life the best i could | |
| Robin hood, youngest crook | |
| Here they come now watch y' all look | |
| Go by the book, charge i shook | |
| It' s that mexican dance with wolves | |
| Swimmin' pools, we some fools | |
| Diamonds and them ruby jewels | |
| Makin' moves, gator shoes | |
| Just last week i made the news | |
| They accused but i won' t lose | |
| Mama' s happy, daddy' s cool | |
| What about you? what do you do? | |
| If you young, stay in school | |
| We stay true, dopehouse crew | |
| Smokin' yabba dabba doo | |
| Jam this crew, we brand new | |
| Followin' up this plan i drew | |
| Spmex bubble jet | |
| Countin' dollars and them cents | |
| Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fence | |
| Chorus | |
| Second verse: | |
| You haters ain' t no friend of mine | |
| Boys don' t wanna let me shine | |
| That' s all fine, take in mind | |
| Bust a rhyme, like a nine | |
| How many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i' ve been called a failure | |
| Write my friends in the pen | |
| " are you gettin' these letters i mailed ya?" | |
| Rock and roll, opthimals | |
| Then go eat at poppa dough' s | |
| So many hoes in the club | |
| Pull my cash and buy them all a rose | |
| Eightyfour, the story goes | |
| On about that boy carlos | |
| Sippin' fours, hittin' dro | |
| But never put nothin' up my nose | |
| Body froze, casket closed | |
| Nightmares of the life i chose | |
| Try my dope and overdose | |
| Suckin' up my killer flow | |
| Freestyle pro, style: girbauds | |
| Silky socks and matchin' clothes | |
| Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes | |
| Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke | |
| Silly question, do i smoke? | |
| Breakfast? milk and quaker oats | |
| Eighty thousand dollar boat | |
| Better not puff, better not pout | |
| Spm is in your town | |
| El coyote in el mote, a. k. senor charlie brown | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse: | |
| The barbarian | |
| Look where we buried him | |
| In the hole, right next to the librarian | |
| I married in, to the very end | |
| Have your kids askin', " daddy, who are those scary men?" | |
| Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wife | |
| She told me " this the biggest tip i ever got in my life" | |
| Nothin' can save us, starched, stuffed ben davis | |
| Sellin' dope, to my coked out neighbors | |
| First full trip and let my clip get to rippin' | |
| Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he limpin' | |
| I come from the slums, survived on crumbs | |
| I live like a man, and i' ma die like one | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : SPM | |
| Chorus: | |
| Hillwood | |
| Hustlaz | |
| You can' t | |
| See us | |
| We run | |
| Houston | |
| Thousands | |
| Of tons | |
| First verse: | |
| I' ll take my gun and make you run | |
| Cuz it really don' t make me none | |
| Slip through the hood, dope i could | |
| Deliver my life the best i could | |
| Robin hood, youngest crook | |
| Here they come now watch y' all look | |
| Go by the book, charge i shook | |
| It' s that mexican dance with wolves | |
| Swimmin' pools, we some fools | |
| Diamonds and them ruby jewels | |
| Makin' moves, gator shoes | |
| Just last week i made the news | |
| They accused but i won' t lose | |
| Mama' s happy, daddy' s cool | |
| What about you? what do you do? | |
| If you young, stay in school | |
| We stay true, dopehouse crew | |
| Smokin' yabba dabba doo | |
| Jam this crew, we brand new | |
| Followin' up this plan i drew | |
| Spmex bubble jet | |
| Countin' dollars and them cents | |
| Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fence | |
| Chorus | |
| Second verse: | |
| You haters ain' t no friend of mine | |
| Boys don' t wanna let me shine | |
| That' s all fine, take in mind | |
| Bust a rhyme, like a nine | |
| How many times do i have to tell ya? | |
| All my life i' ve been called a failure | |
| Write my friends in the pen | |
| " are you gettin' these letters i mailed ya?" | |
| Rock and roll, opthimals | |
| Then go eat at poppa dough' s | |
| So many hoes in the club | |
| Pull my cash and buy them all a rose | |
| Eightyfour, the story goes | |
| On about that boy carlos | |
| Sippin' fours, hittin' dro | |
| But never put nothin' up my nose | |
| Body froze, casket closed | |
| Nightmares of the life i chose | |
| Try my dope and overdose | |
| Suckin' up my killer flow | |
| Freestyle pro, style: girbauds | |
| Silky socks and matchin' clothes | |
| Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes | |
| Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke | |
| Silly question, do i smoke? | |
| Breakfast? milk and quaker oats | |
| Eighty thousand dollar boat | |
| Better not puff, better not pout | |
| Spm is in your town | |
| El coyote in el mote, a. k. senor charlie brown | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse: | |
| The barbarian | |
| Look where we buried him | |
| In the hole, right next to the librarian | |
| I married in, to the very end | |
| Have your kids askin', " daddy, who are those scary men?" | |
| Make a stripper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wife | |
| She told me " this the biggest tip i ever got in my life" | |
| Nothin' can save us, starched, stuffed ben davis | |
| Sellin' dope, to my coked out neighbors | |
| First full trip and let my clip get to rippin' | |
| Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he limpin' | |
| I come from the slums, survived on crumbs | |
| I live like a man, and i' ma die like one | |
| Chorus |
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