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Hillwood Hustlaz Ii Lyrics - Time Is Money - South Park

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Hillwood 

Hustlaz 

You can't 

See us 

We run 

Houston 

Thousands 

Of tons 

 

First verse: 

 

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I'll take my gun and make you run 

'cause 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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

 

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