Paroles:
South Park Hillwood

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 'cause it really don't make

trunk like back to back, Stay real for life, roll down South, Fixin' to wreck shop for the home town crowd, My alias, be that South Park Mexican,

it's costin' me Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane Very same song sung in the South From

Chorus [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto First Verse: They got me runnin' through my ghetto

jail and ate my porridge CHORUS: 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

Traduction: South Park Mexican. En Hillwood.

[Chorus:] Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound [x4] [First Verse:] Well let me jump in this funk

step in my hood bitch you will get blasted It's nothin but that h-town g-funk (Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.) [Second

up in the ghetto puttin' Cheese on a mouse trap, and one day I'm gonna rise, And come up, till then I'm dealin' dope from sundown To sunup. [Chorus:] Only Hillwood