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there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away

Hard times hit West
got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away

Hard times hit West
good
Cause there's a bear watching you from the edge of the hundred acre wood
(the bear, he said)

Peter

in a snow storm Peter
And two straight lines
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
make it burn

Her wealthy Father believes that a man
Should be judged on the ground that he owns
Since I have only the price of an acre
He wants me
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
Chorus:
Room games and diamond rain
It's a fox hunt, it's a f-stop
It's a ten acre wood.
Outbound on a western train
It costs a quarter man
Out
When the heart of the hundred acre wood is beating
And time is passing through
There's a shadow looking like a rainbows halo
And there I'm
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.

7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
soon.
Now I wandered much further today than I should,
And I can't find my way to the three-acre wood.
So help me if you can, I've got to get 

Back
things
Spend the summer time naturally high
By, chopping wood for next winters fire
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones is supposed to be
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing.
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
the hands of a rich man's daughter
She led me like a lamb no bother
To go and live inside a barn on her Daddy's 90 acre farm
Hide your daughters in
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum

Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab

What goes on
Is not what we're told to see

Patrick henry said "Give me
I'm the river that flow to the hood,
To the woods,to the birds, to the mud,
To the bricks over the curves, 
To the forced bizarre got with 4 acres
their old ways 
They could only hope for change 
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride 
Digging their own graves 

To me these woods are but
find it in a place called Devil's Cave
I was warned by a 1000 men but I just couldn't wait
It was a bat attack they scared me to death it was a bat
The gold of Cortés
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
Oh, with all
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
Ted
I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true
A tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis,
How he met his fate you I can save, but
NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!?

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?