bird, knock on wood, thank the Lord I am driving along in my automobile It's a brand new pre-owned '96 Ford Check out the radio, pop music station That
L-O-O-O-OVE!... You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night. Step into the sun, step into the light, then open your eyes
of soul You're my kind of people (My kind of people) You're my kind of people (My kind of people) We gon' drank good, gon' smoke good The interior is all oak wood
color drains out of the frame So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good I took off my shoes and walked into the woods I felt lost and found
up With first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin' Who love booze and alternative music Told me she was goin' back into
that i'm broke please put that in your notes For the next one to call me up talking that shit And then I holla I just ain't into this shit anymore I
t got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let yo paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay yo fuckin' beeper
the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the
is nothin but your fantasies It might cause casualties Hollywood is not your neighborhood And if it is, give the mic to nappy woods And y'all can be
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
Yo enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara We operate within this artificial opera I bring hip hop terror like the Fuhrer, the Ace Ventura into
(Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And this is Phat or Wack! The rules are simple Each one of our teams will play music From their upcoming
me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of saki, copy (chaa) All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood (chaa) I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into
askin' for much I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it, I ain't askin' for much Listen, I just wanna make music, I just wanna
it was a trance in it Only thang that I was thinkin was in her pants She was holdin my wood with a tight fist I whispered, into her ear "I know you like
got so much rhythm I can feel it MJG and Eightball we the realest Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box When you feelin real good Luxury soft leather with the real wood
Syn (Syn) And if you want it nigga' we can get it crackin' We can get into some action if you really wanna battle me Money on the wood make the bank
blue I lived with them on Montague street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into
