Lyrics:
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,
want to Dobale
I don’t wanna fuck with a groupie
Only thing she want is my money & paper
Paper! so i give her my wood
[VERSE 2]
All my niggas doing 100
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
Shoutout to my cousin 23 he helped ME make it through
Shoutout to my cousin quan he Always ended up helping you
100 acre wood but that sound like Winnie
Being self sufficient not flexin for all of you
I’ll have a couple hundred acres with a pond to boot
If you tryna chase clout you at the wrong tree
Prayer walking through the neighborhood
Eeyore how you triggered you and Tigger Hundred Acre Wood
Me I wish you'd stay awhile think it's for the greater
, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
a thousand guns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga
Fuck with me nigga, huh?
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin'
making Mitch
On my hunnid acre shìt
(Hundred acre ish)
You need work then take a shift
I put in work it ain’t a myth
We in this bitch going live
I need
knife..."
I said "Good!"
Then I left off in the hood
Scary red eyes on my face
Like the hundred acre woods
Flash back
When love was all around me
Bob
a bad day, I wanna shoot somebody
I just bought some Prada shoes, I wanna boot somebody
I just sold a hundred pills, I might hoop some oxys
F*** around
At night I'm searching for youth
Past the stars my eyes zoom
Hundred acres of woods
And I'm still looking for you
Tales of youth
In the night
Planets fight
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
I got that HR on my back dawg
Got that HR on mh back dawg
I rep that holly holly wood
Holly holly wood
Holly holly wood
Holly holly holly
Me and my
Ima pull up with the woods and the lotus
Thats real
You was fucking with me heavy even way before the deal
Said if we had a daughter we could paint
a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I
of our creation there's no limit to what we can do
(Christopher Robin, in the hundred acre wood)
Peter rabbit in our garden stealing carrots for me and you
long-lace black pigment
Smoke a hundred-acre wood, Piglet
We got more to cook I'm ignant
We got more to cook I'm Pinkman
I voted for Biden, what was I
I got no problems baby
Now and later. Fuck all that sauce I got flavor
Want to pick up the paint call me Mator
I'm in the cut like some paper. Who
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
[RZA]
Yea, What's happening women? What's happening women?
Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point 'em out
Point 'em out watch me sort
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
move that thang
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna Timber
Say fuck your lil flow
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