of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers
age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers
You boys ever met a real country girl? Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
s waiting, it's almost eleven" "Wish you were here, Leo Just like Cain and Abel, you pulled a sneak attack I thought that we were brothers Then you stabbed
" Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me "Virgil, quick, come see, there go the Robert E.Lee" Now I don't mind choppin' wood,
't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers
my kids or my pleasure Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood? Sit back, everything gon' be all good Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood
like Luda, I be like yea! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I
Chorus Chrous - [Tyler Woods] & ad-libs Living that street life ( living this street life) That hood life (out on the corner) Living this gangsta Life
winnin a contest I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig I can sing, brothers
them haters on my back, so I be strapped up I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones But my mind on cash, I'm in the zone I'm grippin' wood
Maynard, tomorrow is Harvest Day, and to them, it is The Holocaust." ..And I sprang from my slumber, drenched in sweat, like the tears of a million terrified brothers
First I loved God, then loved my mother Love my babies, sisters and brothers Love my father 'cos that's my mom's partner Love my grandmother and my grouchy
, we makin' it Takin' it, to the extremes, we breakin' it When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood
Heaven-sent So make a print on this landscape and when it's little as a handshake I convince you to think of Bubba as yo' brother the color of mayonnaise
and still lives with his mom And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful