Lyrics:
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
Ma pull to the block
Jus to snatch a couple dollars
Nigga wasn't lookin to move wit my potna
Mind on my money I'm thinking bout profit
Big ass wood
D-wood
Where I'm livin all good
Next door to the monks
Where you can find me
Minding my business
Way too old for da kid shit
Outlaw misfit
Nigga smoke good
Now speaking of
Woman in love
It's rhyme without reason
So come out from the forest we'll move into the chorus
'Cause it's wood chopping season
this rap shit" and let's move out to Denver
Chain is on Winter
Copping some acres
Nowadays rappers get popped by they neighbors
Not by they haters
Cause
come believe,i brought on isi
either way we win whether or not it's with me
Started off with cash 100 Gees
Miss Osiemi God bless you for me
I drew up
The expansion vessel manifold
I'd lost my faith in British Gas
He could shove me boiler up his ass
Me turkey it had goose pimples it was that cold
Well,
got a crib, with other’ crib
So then acres are gated fence (yeah)
Yes, I know I’m beautiful (Bee)
Too fly to work in a cubical (Bee)
I turn my choppas
the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
Seek guards out, got me bit by a piranha (ouch)
I'll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but
got slaughtered
And hell yeah she got that water
Ball hard like MVP
Everybody envy me
Got push start don’t need no key
I Swing wood like MLB
Keep
my dick, she said she cheerlead for the Raiders
Burnt the head off, then I skated, had to snatch off in the shaker
We run through weed by the acres
opps but all these niggas be running
All y’all niggas know how big J coming
Smoking woods in the back of the back
He got money, nigga uh give me that
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
the self-service pumps
Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase
You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two
'Cause I'd rather get a hundred
Calis all that thats why im camping
Out here for right now
Because the moneys goodplus i get to kick
It with the boys in the hood
Holly wood remind
Nine-one
Nine-one-one when they see us in the porches
Supa V baby that ce me
Run my streams I got 3 TVs
Roll my woods baby I got weed
She like my C
R-I-P
I
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot till it's empty
Not gettin no money boy you lonely
I'm show rock ima rock by myself
with me
I got niggas, that'll fuck you up for free
They'll have you in the middle of the woods, stuck to a tree
Now get out of line, if you want to Yo
I
a hundred K
That's a honey bun
Meet me at the clearway
Fade To the honeycomb on a sat phone
On roam like it's Saturday
Brussels then Rome by Saturday
Muscles
Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I'm just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggas
high enough, not high enough
You're not high enough
So quit acting the dub
Sitting in the parking lot
Watch the one hundred and seventy-one go by
Got
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
never wanted me to understand
That I was meant to be on top with thirty acres and some bands
100 fans saying shit that I forgot but give they hands
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