it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain What you ain't know, this a hood thang All my thugs let ya wood swang Bitches make ya ass clap
'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but now a nigga livin good Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods If you didnt
tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her bootsy hole fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis niggaz better knock on wood like havock
Phantoms I look at all the sad story people Lost in the seasons passing them by Inside my head lies a life on an island Flooded with darkness deep into
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 with every step
I'm coming in, got the wood stove on At the end of a treasured day Take off my hat and shoes And I lay me down Lives been lost and fortunes won A test
Well I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now Well I'm a little hot wired, but I'm feeling all right I got some money in my pocket and
leave me alone" And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind, then begin again My hood is the ghetto Black magic in the hood, it's tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1: Common) Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
you down Dreams of having finer things Riding blades and dreaming should Make you wanna wake up and get it In real life than see the wood In your grip
the center Right in the red for the breadwinner in her Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter I'm grippin that wood (shit) just got a splinter You
lot of foolish, so they can over rule us [chorus 2] [chorus 1: 2x] [hell razah] Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper Lost seek
] I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the ground Leave 'em lost in the woods, gotta find them with
the neighbor tagged by the amateur? Water blast erase the trace of the canisters Water path took the stairways left the banister Washed over premises, turned up percentages Lost