thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr But really it's candy paint playas sippin? on barre Come take a ride wit a star straight outta that lone star
liberal army in the wood Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start
, baby, shake it up, baby" Twist and shout, oh what I could will a radio here James Brown singing 'I Lost Someone' Or the Jesters and the Paragons and Georgie Woods
[Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it Ever seen in her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the universe displayed When through the woods
Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in
's broken Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.
, muh-fucka? Chill ,muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood, muh-fucka My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge, muh-fucka Later on, reminisce it like wood, muh-fucka
inebriated Phased from your original plan, you deviated I alleviated the pain with a long-term goal Took my underground loot without the gold You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood
Dirt road in the twilight, woods so cool and dark Up ahead pale neon, somewhere a dog barks Honky tonk moon Keeps shining on my baby and me Breaking
Pulled up to rest, let the engine cool awhile Open the beans, gather wood for the fire I hum this tune, to all the girls I've known Should I care, about
broke it all in two (Broke it all in two) Like a row of paper chains (A row of paper chains) My heart's not made of wood (Heart's not made of wood)
strike it with, yeah A little spark is satisfied Lights up the soft wood, ooh And then I see, and I start to breathe The mountain in moonshine Stars
cammie's under your belt One good game gonna put you in the hall of fame Motherfucker, nahmean? Got one hit, you think you an all star baby Ha, you sure
me And good bitches if you wanna unload on me 'Cause if you miss, you won't get that far I'm happy jumpin' fences and runnin' down the street, like a track star
I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more
time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly
