verse(spm)    you see i smash on you pussy's,and creep wit the thugs  I got a t-shirt that say "weed is not drugs"  i got a tight spot that sits by the sea  three story beach house lets throw a party  fucked up in the head, i dont know what happened  i have nightmares and i wake up laughin  with the bottle of tequila, tryna reach the bottom  and why do all my aspirins have an "x" on em  got two rusty gats  and two house cats  and i dont feed em shit so they live of the rats   still didnt even pay my warrants  I just sat up in jail and my poriche    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, where they don't sleep at night    (BASH)  Hit the-hit the dope house cause I had to recop it  I need some Purity so I screwed it and chopped it  Haters can't block it, fuck a judge hard bitch  Mexican's getting big so they start getting jealous  Overzealous when we dip through the spot 'n' to the club  hot blockers getting slapped with a muthafukin snub  You a thug, you a killa, you a gangsta, you a G  But i bet you with these hands man, you can't fuck with me  You just a silly trick mark mayne, talkin all that maza  You love the smell of sh?!*, yeah you love the smell of caca  While we love the smell of roses and we drivin something vicious  Yeah we comin down droppin all you punk bitches    CHORUS    (ICE)  Dicen que nos quieren matar pero ni se puedden acercar  Esta rola es una bomba que acaba de estallar  So fijate bien y mira quien es, no somos dos somos los tres  Los que fumamos mota para relisar estres  El mojado y el sur del park con el Bash listo para tumbarte  Listos para un desaster y por eso no quieren acercarse  So pescamos todos armados y el carro con rimes cromados  Escucha todo lo que yo te escribo por eso mi estilo es bien frio  Representando los illegales y todos que crusaron el rio  Gritando sigan me los malos rodiando de mil caiga palos  Brincado en cada vecendario gritando libreren a Carlos    CHORUS    (SPM)  I solemly swear to tell the truth and nothing but  My niggas dead all because a fukin slut  I never love a hoe, that one fa sho  Fuck home cause I roam jus like a buffalo  I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter  I can't stop smoking cause no one like a quitter  Every three months my house would get raided  This muthaFukin album is the fukin shit?, ain't it?  Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves  Throw your guns up in the sky for me  Hollin peace to my boys on the Hillwood strand  Tryna make some cash, momma please understand    CHORUS    these lyrics are submitted by Oscar Roque