looking down the hall way and there were these slimy foot prints and was going to get coffee and then i slipped down the stairs and onto the streets and
Well he ain't my boy but the brother is heavy gave away my possessions and moved inot a chevy van, yeah thats the masterplan drive into the woods and
and I got aroused swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my cadillac The Ringling Brothers enquired
of wood On the outside, vibe is good Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life Run with my rifle, live in the woods Grow a rugged beard, and chill
highs and ya feelin the lows the beat starts gettin into your toes ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and
. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And
I love you Oh brother of mine In the quivering forest Where the shivering dog rests Our good grandfather Built a wooden nest And the river got frozen And
like to carress the grain Followed the wheel and I got aroused swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love
and deadly And I'm shootin them gangsta medleys to yo heart and soul Known to put a mini mack in a nap sack and get off the yack and kill a CEO Then
set it out after shows and the club is comin with me I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high And it really mean the world to me if
sticky green we flow through and above [Chorus] [Lil' Will] Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop And
! and Dr. King, webring him in in a pinch. Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas! Beceuse I like to shoot hoops not brothas! Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
wood On the outside, vibe is good Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life Run with my rifle, live in the woods Grow a rugged beard, and chill
do) Grab the mic and get delerious [Mr. Eon] Callouses on my hand, both left and right Vaseline, magazine, and my lovin hand with a tight slip, put my wood