Rasheed - Hillwood Hustlaz lyrics

[Hook : Grimm] Boy, you never should've f**ed with us We the Hillwood Hustlaz n***as known for bustin' slugs Makin' money, sellin' s*uts and d** [Verse 1 : SPM] I'm a motherf**in' Hillwood cowboy Falfurrias Raised, Mr. C. Coy A.K.A El Coyote Creepin' slow through the monte Peace to my n***as 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 bu*t naked maids do my chores My slab full of divas Get weighed on triple beamers I got a Dirty Harry, plus a pair of pretty Ninas Raised on the south side of Houston f** with the clique And sh**'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 SKS's Partner [Hook : 2x] [Verse 2: Rasheed] They call me Rasheed I smoke the bomb weed I came up on 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, leavin' bloody bodies Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis Call the cops Please, cause this motherf**er's smell The ringin' in my ear sounds like Hells 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 gra**, still I steal and think fast, f** a pig Put a hole in his little pink a** .45 don't lie nor jive Takin' hoe's lives Run up in my face And take a nose dive, cause [Hook : 2x] [Verse 3 : SPM] 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 a** like a f**in' fruit loop Shoot to k**, make 'em puke and squeal Catch 'em while they slippin' in they Coupe DeVille My crew is real, and after y'all do this deal I'm a take y'all n***as on vacation to Brazil Lose your steal at the ship channel bridge And remember the rule No women, no kids [Hook : 2x]