Artist: South Park Mexican f/ Grimm, Rasheed Album: 3rd Wish: To Rock The World Song: Hillwood Hustlaz Typed by: jsierra87@aol.com, no1wammy@hotmail.com Chorus: Grimm Boy, you never should've fucked with us We the Hillwood hustlers Niggas known for bustin' slugs Makin' money, sellin' sluts and drugs [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I'm a motherfuckin' Hillwood cowboy Falfuria's Raised, Mr. C. Coy A.K.A. El Coyote Creepin' slow through the monte Peace to my niggas in the grave and the bote Ponte cuidado Bow wow wow Soy el mojado de ciudad Hustle Town Blue and white Porche, sixty thousand dollar horse At my ranch, where my butt naked maids do my chores My slab (???) Get weighed on triple beamers I got a Dirty Harry, plus a pair of purdy Ninas Raised on the south side of Houston Fuck with the clique And shit'll get gruesome Quick execution Day of revolution Moms wanna send me to another institution Life is so precious Why would you test this Mex out of Tex, with 7 S.K.S's Partner Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: Rasheed] They call me Rasheed I smoke the bomb weed I came up off my feet Cause I make my block bleed It must be all Greed, cause my boys, rob ki's I'm a chop cheese and forever clock G's I never pop knees, leave 'em bloody by these Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis Call the cops Please, cause this motherfucker's smell The ringin' in my ear sound like cow's bells Well, this is farewell I park parallel Walk to the park and smoke On the carousel We play hide and seek And then freeze tag, put the tag On your toe in a police bag Blow green grass, still I steal and think fast, fuck a pig Put a hole in his little pink ass .45 don't lie nor jive Takin' hoe's lives Run up in my face And take a nose dive, cause Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] Twenty-six pistols, seventeen missiles Take 'em all to school, and give 'em early dismissal No referees or whistles Just be the craziest I'm in the studio like Julio Iglesias I break truce Blast and chunk deuce Make a few calls, tell 'em, "Let the dogs loose" Forty-four troops, camouflage and black boots The games will begin when the first man shoots Separate in groups, go as low as you can stoop Put a hole in they ass like a fuckin' fruit loop Shoot to kill, make 'em puke and squeal Catch 'em while they sleepin' in they Coupe DeVille My crew is real, and after y'all tool this steel I'm a take y'all niggas on vacation to Brazil Lucious steal at the ship channel bridge And remember the rule No women, no kids Repeat Chorus Twice