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Gimme Gimme Gimme (E-Rotic) · Very Best of Brenton Wood (Brenton Wood) · Brenton Wood's 18 Best (Brenton Wood) · Brenton Wood's 18 Best (Brenton Wood) · The Best of Brenton Wood (Brenton Wood) · Gimme Gimme: Singles and Unreleased Rarities 1965-1966 (The Untamed) · Gimme Gimme (Lords of Acid) · Gimme Gimme (Richard Younger) · Introducing Brenton Brown (Brenton Brown) · More Wood (Little Splinters) (Paul Weller) – and 90 other albums »


In a quiet little nowhere town
Way out deep in the woods
Sits a little lonely factory
Makin' household goods

With a little nothing river
[Hook]
Tell me what you want Mami is it my heart
you know it papi gimme reggeaton
tell me if you like it so I can be your man
you sure daddy
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see,
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
redneck
Back in the woods
Ima keep it redneck
Work hard like I should
Ima keep it redneck
Yeah it’s all good
Ima keep it redneck
I got to keep it redneck
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
man, I once was your father

A little up the road, a wooden candy-stripe barber pole
And above it read a sign, "Painless Parker"

Licorice twisted around
daughter

Come little one with yer little
Ole dimpled fingers
Gimme one 'n I'll buy you uh cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine 'n water
He was just an old country doctor 
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
little one with yer little dimpled fingers
Gimme one 'n I'll buy you uh cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine 'n water
'N show you
of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the leaves

The persecution song

Telltale signs of possession
Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
roses

Click Approve!! Gimme some kind of sign to let me know its time to make my move
Click Approve!! Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time
THAT I CAN'T BE WRONG
 LOVIN' YOU

 SO GIMME A CHANCE, A LITTLE SIGN.... AND I KNOW
 THAT ONE DAY YOU'RE MINE
 I WANT YOU TO KNOW
 NO WAY I LET GO
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
back woods ride,
Cleanse my soul
So roll on, and roll on
Down them old river roads

I call, Shotgun
A little less work
And a lot more fun
Gotta
part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by an old land mine
Little ones workin' in diamond mines

So cats can say whats hers and whats mine
world today
When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Under-cover, over da hills and through tha woods I go
Like green lights, a southern n**** that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no
Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up
of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the leaves

The persecution song

Telltale signs of possession
Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs