"Hillwood" lyrics
The year is '70
October the fifth
I done did my nine months, now my life take a shift
In the free world now
You better raised me good
But instead, I blaze in the crazy hood
I was three when my pops took a long vacation
Now I'm solo, facin' the revelation
Gotta bolo
For a dope fiend to hit
And I show no fee if you want some shit
I'm high as the sky
Fishin' for fry
Be a G 'til the D-A-Y I die
Oh my
Why would you ever test
This Mex in a Lex
Just bangin' out of Texas
You know I'm gonna wreck this shit
Along with any other bitch who disrespect my clique
Like a bit
I got the heart of a killer
And them hoes come out like a three-wheeler
'Cause I freaks my 'draulics, fuckin' hoes in college
Bitches swingin' on my nuts, it's so stylish
Model it on my dick like a six-four
Peace to all my baby's mamas
Really, though
I'm a damn fool, and Gs can vouch that
Up in the ghetto, puttin' cheese on a mouse trap
But one day, I'm gonna rise and come up
'Til then, I'm dealin' dope from sundown to sun up
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
As I crept through my hood
It felt good
All my homies have my back, with a gat in Hillwood
Hustlin' is the hobby
Brothers, if you will
And all of those hoes really love us on the Hill
Be real
If your blood runs deep in the hood
All that could've, should've would've put a bunk in the wood
All stood all good
Keep they fuckin' bank if I take what you got, with my Glock, I be great
You hate the way
G's comin' up, with a mic
I write what you like
It's my motherfuckin' life
I never shive, not the type
Indeed, I am
But if they tryin' to take my ends
I be damn
Bam bam to that man in the pen
Older boys too young to get stung
Come with the holy boys
Hold the noise
I show boys to precise to fend from the skunk
In my blunt
To be nice
Shoot dice
Hit killer, swig a motherfuckin' eight ball
Pour a little for the ones who took that great fall
'Cause I keeps all my dead homies in my heart
They got a head start
And still we never part
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
I remember December of '88
Blue boys hit the cut, was too late to break
Had to swallow three stones, tossed my chrome in the bushes
Seven dirty pigs, jackin' up three bushes
My homie caught a case, tryin' to race the van
Got scooped and fin to face the man
In the black gown with the wooden hammer
Bammer
Give my nigga seven in the slammer
Damn, a old motherfucker passin' time
All my friends gone, guess I'm last in line
Better find me a new way to hustle
Six years in the game, and I still feel the struggle
Smuggle
Weed across the checkpoint
Just another day on the job
As I mob
But the pigs oink
Smoke a joint
On the way to the valley
Now I'm comin' back and they wanna search my Cadi'
It's a risk when you tryin' to make that fast bank
But them mutts can't smell past my gas tank
So, I catch 59 back to H-Town
Arrive safely with my thirty eight pounds
Fresh from the border
May I take your order?
You just want a single, that be five and a quarter
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
Never will I be a fraud
So true to the game, fool
Man
So slick
October the fifth
I done did my nine months, now my life take a shift
In the free world now
You better raised me good
But instead, I blaze in the crazy hood
I was three when my pops took a long vacation
Now I'm solo, facin' the revelation
Gotta bolo
For a dope fiend to hit
And I show no fee if you want some shit
I'm high as the sky
Fishin' for fry
Be a G 'til the D-A-Y I die
Oh my
Why would you ever test
This Mex in a Lex
Just bangin' out of Texas
You know I'm gonna wreck this shit
Along with any other bitch who disrespect my clique
Like a bit
I got the heart of a killer
And them hoes come out like a three-wheeler
'Cause I freaks my 'draulics, fuckin' hoes in college
Bitches swingin' on my nuts, it's so stylish
Model it on my dick like a six-four
Peace to all my baby's mamas
Really, though
I'm a damn fool, and Gs can vouch that
Up in the ghetto, puttin' cheese on a mouse trap
But one day, I'm gonna rise and come up
'Til then, I'm dealin' dope from sundown to sun up
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
As I crept through my hood
It felt good
All my homies have my back, with a gat in Hillwood
Hustlin' is the hobby
Brothers, if you will
And all of those hoes really love us on the Hill
Be real
If your blood runs deep in the hood
All that could've, should've would've put a bunk in the wood
All stood all good
Keep they fuckin' bank if I take what you got, with my Glock, I be great
You hate the way
G's comin' up, with a mic
I write what you like
It's my motherfuckin' life
I never shive, not the type
Indeed, I am
But if they tryin' to take my ends
I be damn
Bam bam to that man in the pen
Older boys too young to get stung
Come with the holy boys
Hold the noise
I show boys to precise to fend from the skunk
In my blunt
To be nice
Shoot dice
Hit killer, swig a motherfuckin' eight ball
Pour a little for the ones who took that great fall
'Cause I keeps all my dead homies in my heart
They got a head start
And still we never part
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
I remember December of '88
Blue boys hit the cut, was too late to break
Had to swallow three stones, tossed my chrome in the bushes
Seven dirty pigs, jackin' up three bushes
My homie caught a case, tryin' to race the van
Got scooped and fin to face the man
In the black gown with the wooden hammer
Bammer
Give my nigga seven in the slammer
Damn, a old motherfucker passin' time
All my friends gone, guess I'm last in line
Better find me a new way to hustle
Six years in the game, and I still feel the struggle
Smuggle
Weed across the checkpoint
Just another day on the job
As I mob
But the pigs oink
Smoke a joint
On the way to the valley
Now I'm comin' back and they wanna search my Cadi'
It's a risk when you tryin' to make that fast bank
But them mutts can't smell past my gas tank
So, I catch 59 back to H-Town
Arrive safely with my thirty eight pounds
Fresh from the border
May I take your order?
You just want a single, that be five and a quarter
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"On the hills of Hillwood, Texas"
"You best not test this mex in a Lex"
Never will I be a fraud
So true to the game, fool
Man
So slick
