Mucha Plata Pero Tengo Cobre Aqui Se Baila Como Bailan Los Pobres Mesie Aqui Llego Tu Robin Hood A Meter Las Bolas En Los Boquetes Como Tiger Wood Tu
Deep In The 100 acred woods Where Christopher Robin plays You'll find the enchanted neighborhood Of Christophers childhood games A donkey names Eeyore
you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin I'm knockin em out the box 'n' knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is
Central Never get played by the monkey wrench ho Staedy mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood up to no good, so many bitches on my wood To the right of me and
without no gat man I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin we prayed together through
vous plait? -Monsieur qui? -Monsieur Desbois! -Ha vous voulez dire monsieur Robin, Ha mais monsieur Robin il est pas la; il est ?in the wood? -Ou ca? -
s long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soaking' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin
hemy, fuck that shit ain't shit you can tell me Shug it up face that... you can tell anything nigger wanna say fat Never met Batman but I know Robin ...
you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' 'em out the box 'n' Knockin' 'em out their socks 'n' 'Cause Robin
this planet for 2 things Talkin shit and automatic Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods Bury you alive if I could Robin through the
rolling D's and Lo's I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood Big ends steering wheel made of wood
Central Never get played by the monkey wrench ho Steady mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood To the right of me
Robins in the tree top high Soon will sing a lullaby Angeline, Angeline Bashful little whippoorwills Can?t you hear them say, "I will" Angeline, Angeline
seeds, botany, poof, magic trees Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread" Sold the wood to a violin maker, the legend breathes Shaped from the woods
Deep in the hundred acre wood Where Christopher Robin plays You will find the enchanted neighbourhood Of Christopher's childhood days A donkey named