could stay the night And sing a pretty song for free I walked up to the house And then I knocked hard on the door That old dark piece of wood She fell
better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece
for you and I A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and dem
game and I had to show up Piece and chain, diamond Range, when you see it it'll make you throw up Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show
piece n chain ya uh huh they both glowin sorry i cant help but chine even my shit glows looks green chorus) see they dont call me chingo for nuthin wood
[killa kyleon] run that back up in the hood again, wh-where it's all good again ri-ridin candy slab gr-grippin on that wood again i got that bread, i
the dro Naw we ain't capping, that there for them bitches We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches Shit the fam good, the kids good So why not grip wood
for me, it doesnt do anything at all. is the music gone? is it gone for good? its only six metal strings, on a piece of wood. and all these things goin
, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech i don't wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so i'm running catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution
a choice Stand up alive Cause the music hasn't die yet [Repeat 3X] Suzy was a psycho, but she looked good Little ball of fire, light it up and cook wood
me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for
bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on 2 separate river bottoms. I chopped and I carried 314 arm loads of stoved wood
we moving on go, got pounds and pounds of dro Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do' For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for
[Chorus:] Musics playin up and down the block Mostly chirstian blues, country folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods
position Peepin' your view, got your whole crew wishin' and waitin' Makin' dollars out of ten dime pieces Who be sippin' out the glass suckin' on the lime pieces included In my pieces
away from my piece of the pie I'm past all that My eyes have miles Not necessarily clever I bring from the soul hold my vocal Handle for a hold as I
deep! Heaven hold her in its sacred keep! This chamber changed for one more holy, this bed for one of melancholy. I pray to God that