How long 'til we forget them? Skin and bones, skin and bones Eight nights in a row spent here way too cold Sleeping with clothes filled with holes from
me Walk with a limp, I'm a pimp hoe pay me I'm ballin like M.J. in the mid 80's I'm on fire, Bay to Bangkok Put a hole in your chest the size of Flava
only keep me focused cuz, I got my heater with me So when them niggaz, try to get me on the creep no They getting merked, in they fresh white T oooh H-Wood
put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. [G:] You know which hole feel the best. [2:]
.. Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
Nigga I'm good Ace hood Face good Wish a nigga would Take this Bake this Feed it to the wolves, These muthafukas should I'm beatin like band wood, That
, you don't get caught slippin You don't get caught trippin Cause if you fall down then it's Off with him Another one off in the wood box Man'll get revenge
fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's panda-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over
stomp your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's panda-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with
worked in the colony, paying my dues Accepting without question the prevailing views That a young man's life was one long grind Diggin' holes, standin
As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with my
the Car Then we made the Bomb Now it?s all gone wrong We used to be content with a piece of charcoal Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole
stroll Into the night, and out of this hole. Maybe find me a meal. Walking along this new shag pile Presents a problem all the while. Nearly the door. Suddenly he bumps into wood
Burn up our door, Hard wood floor, Money on the table, I'm in my stash house, Bricks going in, Birds going out, I stashed a 100 mill, Off in my stash
to break the silence What we do is what we get We harvest what we?ve sown Poles are melting, holes in the sky Woods are on fire Scary pollution, our
read em, and I believe that I need em I'm runnin through a wheat field chasing a ghost They love cicles, use em for portals and time holes And dance backwards
