"Wizard Of Oz" lyrics

[Sonja Otero:]
Yeah, yi, yeah

Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

[South Park Mexican:]
It were plain to see
Since the age of three
One day, dope fiends'll be paging me
I got crunk in the game, niggas knew my name
Hillwood
The place
I gain my fame
Sixteen
In a '77 Seville
Smoke grey, gold trim, big daddy grill
Back in '86, I was chopping bricks
To think, a damn Paper Mate
Got me rich
I got
Love for the hustlers in every hood
With hate in your heart, it'll never be good
I feel blessed, but confess, I blow sess, for my stress
It's that Mex, with a "S" on my chest
Nonetheless, I was real with the homies
With the Oz's, running from the police
No peace
Blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon' bring a nigga more green (Bring a nigga more green...)

[Sonja Otero:]
Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

[South Park Mexican:]
My money triple
Sipping ripple, living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat-ass nickel
Trick on my dick, for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix, when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid 'bout every six months
Just a check up
To see if I'd slip once
Call it one time, some rhyme 'bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals, but never will I slip
Undercovers hit the set
Man, y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving
Mark money
Trying to convict 'em
I ain't falling victim
Fool, I know your face, and my boys I done hipped 'em
They want me bad, so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No other way, just another day on the spot
If you played, then you pay, it don't never stop (It don't never stop...)

[Sonja Otero:]
Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

[South Park Mexican:]
I wrote this book 'bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took, and the joker's good
Where smoker's hooked in the soldier's hood
That lonely Wood
Where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood hustler
Street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
But I'm taking losses
It ain't easy working jobs
With no fucking bosses
Selling dope
Is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life
And your freedom for a buck or two
Still, I feel
If you lose control, homie, you's a ho
Real G's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door
And raid my crib
I tell 'em pigs of the slippers
"That's not what I did" (That's not what I did...)

[Sonja Otero:]
Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need

Now, come follow me
Down yellow-brick road
To Wizard Of Oz
Hillwood
Hustler
Got what you need