let your Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey into rain Big wheel turn my fantasy
thinking silly, boy Just tryin? to make ya understand What you better do is, put them over-alls back on Go on out and fix that old barn door Keep your far fetched fantasies
and watch me cock it I'm a street nigga [Chorus] [B.G.] If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been '
of Gattlinburg but that seemed so far to go So I headed up to Tahoe for a Christmas on the slopes. And I had fantasized about Christmas in this way
, it's like a rain forest Like Jurassic Park except I'm your sex-a-saurus baby You and me hoppin? like two kangaroos Rattlin? and moanin? out here in these woods
look I know I ain't ten long, but that's okay You call me Big Daddy anyway And make me feel good 'bout my medium wood She got her eyes closed, rockin
see reflections of moon wolves create lunatic symphony tonight is feeling desire of fools deep in woods under the moonlight flow night of fantasy
my side It's better on my side, 'cause I'm better than her (Verse 2): Gets on your nerves when she comes around And when she talks, you just turn her out You fantasize
I keep a tight fade, I cut my jerry curl My fantasy's two women, so nigga watch your girl Cause your girl looks so good and my wood is still ready, and
clothes, my mother's clothes All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes In the woods behind my house
dictis praebere me Dictis praebere memento Luna solis lumine collustratur Mors morte pianda est Soon the dew of morning filled all the silent wood And
While the shadows rise and the ravens fly To the silent wood of Kherd you come now Memories, ride the silent dream While the horizons fade to brown of
Forward with full sails White ships of elven wood Catching the fair wind Soon I shall see my dream The fate I truly believed Land of magic and fantasy
, I dont hang with chumps. I got verses and words no peas or birds. My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse. I got leather and wood sittin on
The wella woods of Belvedere, The peat and moss of Avenroe, St. Germain's canaries, The fortress of Alpentine. Oh, my soul! My loyalty is to the East
tease me and I will make you bewail for good I just want you to find some peace can't you hear the blackbirds prayer In the woods of my fantasy all
the baddest broad in the club Six Lay it down when you're comin' around, bumpin' the sound Got the truck touchin' the ground Five 2000 Range Rover, you see Leather, wood
Entwined by the senses of fantasy I have walked through fields of grievance Eras of spiritual fragmentation I have walked through the wood's of peasants