Lyrics:
with me
Is you crazy?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up?
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
of a squirrel
Three acres and two dogs and
A hundred tiny worlds
You were sitting on my shoulders
We were travellin as a pack
Throwing hedge apples by
Infamous, Mafioso gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new Scarecrow underwear
Six hundred acre marijuana field in my backyard
Smokin' banana leaves on my
you favors
Y'all got it twisted
Honey in my shirt
No pants, hundred acre woods
Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods
Axe man chop it down when I
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
Got something for me Well let's see
Walking contract got that fine print in me
100 acres ain't nothing, not bluffing
Need new territory to be
Jamaica, che-ribi bang
Yes, Jamaica is a land weh full of adventure
Land of golden sunshine and, mi seh
Wood and water the famous Blue Mountain
hear this then I'm good
No more hiding in the Hundred Acre Woods
No more booking reservations in my neighborhood
No more asking mom for money though I
knock on wood
Life is good knock on wood
Life is good knock on wood
Life is good knock on wood
Yea yea yea and I'm in this bih with my squad
I'm in this
to speakin'
Bitches be tweakin'
You see me rollin'
I put the keef around the wood it make it potent
Hennessey and energy I blend it it's the potion
Move in
Chorus
Kingdoms falling I'ma build a mansion on it a 100 acres ain't a pay cut can't afford it how can you compete when I'm not your opponent I'm
When I awoke you were biding your time
You show me ways to get lost
Burn all our names
Scratch them deep in the wood
Find all the places to hide
When
And now in my mind I reside the hundred-acre wood
Everyone in my brain knows exactly who I am
Because I made them at the age of three and to this day they
what a day, what a lovely day
Down in the Hundred Acre Woods (Oh)
Lie on down, need a tourniquet
Bleed out, Haunted Mound, you alone again
Black cross
on your head
Make your top heavy this blonde's petty
Kinda shady when his palms sweaty
Get piglet out the hundred acre woods
He's not ready
Off cuff
love it ain't nothing above it
My baby around me and I'm feeling good
Homies around me they rolling the wood
Ain't none of you equal cause all of people
im the nightmare of the block, call me jack the ripper
Yea bitch step into my woods and you'll meet your maker
'Dont hurt me im scarred', bitch shut
the Lakers
I already got my mule
Now I need a hundred acres
There's always another nigga hanging from my ankles
Gotta tip toe
Too much money flowing
Four for
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
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
that powder in my pocket pushing me into sleep
I pull a hundred crush a cap and now I'm ready to feast
Another night gone
Coz I'm staying wasted
that powder in my pocket pushing me into sleep
I pull a hundred crush a cap and now I'm ready to feast
cnother night gone
Coz I'm staying wasted
They don't call me paid for nothing, bitch, I've been the paidest
Walk out in a hundred stars, a hundred cars, I'm in the latest
Non-VBV CCs, I'm
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