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and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
like he should
We live in a shack by a railroad track
He's out back chopping wood
We don't have have too much money
But I'll tell you why that's okay
river bottoms.

I chopped and I carried 314 arm loads of stoved
Wood; 100 buckets of coal, and I carried a gallon of
Kerosene 18 miles and lost a good
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this

[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3
Parody of "Man Of Constant Sorrow" (Traditional)
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd/Chris "P. Cream" Clark/ Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Of Music, Inc.
mentioned in the song. Lanata was a bow made for Tanus by Taita the slave and was made of wood, ebony, rhinocerus horn, and ivory tusks. The bowstring was
Burn up our door,
Hard wood floor,
Money on the table, 
I'm in my stash house, 
Bricks going in,
Birds going out, 
I stashed a 100 mill,
Off in my
One, two 
One, two, three, four

Well, I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now 
And I'm a little hot wired but I'm feeling all
all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please?
These H-Town trees be a hundred
live young
I’m making change, I make it rain
We ain’t the same
I’m pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got
to Colonel Harvey, "Now, let there be no delay,
If we're to reach the Yankee camp before the break of day.
I'll take you through the woods by night where I
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
Shadow]
Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
fucked 'cause we at the carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by their very own greed
Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz 'cause we need
Three little
of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks 

And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks 

Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
getting' fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby momma will be
Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and want