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"Woodson N Worthin"

Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh
This is damm Filero this is damm Filero
He on the mothafucken what sobrero
The dang hood bring me some bake
Hey Filero put a lil bass in this song
Man i dont hear no bass ok
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Here we go man

Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
Want another pill naw nigga I'ma chill
Gone off the X its the SP-Mex
Just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
Out the Hous-tone that's my dam home
I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man hold em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
Down wit my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
Ima throwed vato back to chase gato
SpM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
In the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
I be the shit in spanish im the caca
I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister
And my killas got more pliers than wrencha
Gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand new outfit
Feestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck you old stupid dumb bitch
In the land of g's smoking QP's
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunk do what with my thang
Swang lang lang in the mothafucking rain
Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp
Mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
My mothafuckin niggas is so dam very
So dam very mothafuckin scary
With the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say hi to my favorite cities
I dont even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
Whipping boys down with my microphone cord
Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
All my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
Curl up my toes straw to the nose
Selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
Man I aint foolish but I do talk with bullets
Better tell ya boys to cool it
Cause I grab it and I pull it man

[Chorus: x2]
As I look up at the sky
My eye starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin can they breaking
Tryin to save a dog

Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip
But I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip
Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump
Trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup
Man i gotta have it i ain't lying im in love
With the codine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crest crump creep creep my sterling make a hoe sing
On my mothafucken hook pirex get shoked
I sell dope on foot i'ma understand i'ma
Hustling man rock the white sand
Wash the white van get the fuck
Out if you see yall jump out
Undercover cops got their eyes
On the south just bought a house
Never took a loss everything
I got come from a quarter ounce
That's what i started in the game with
Niggas short stoping at the botany what ridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the
Hill taking no less than a ten dollar bill
You can have the three five seven
Dollar pieces i'ma dress like a fein no
Gold and no creses i got my gun
No time for fun its saturday night
Slang till i see the sun peace
To Hulon and the what Tio Cricket and the Pluck and my nigga Pancho
Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green
Mothafucken Ken and my brother
Roni man can you see don't put it pass
Me fuck the R.I.P i die for my G in New
Orlens way back scott plaza Woodson n Worthin
Patna cause as i hillwood hustla that's my damm click
Were we like to sell bricks and we like to
Fight pits i just had puppies but somebody
Stoled my dogs im telling young niggas i don't
Call the laws when i fucken catch you i'ma
Pistol whip you man better ask you older
Brother and your sister look what you done i done
Fell off the subject cool water on my
Banana republic man lets who hoop at the
Cloverland park bought my white tee
From the super k mart on this damm mic i go so hard
Forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car man

[Chorus: x2]
As I look up at the sky
My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin can they break in
Tryin to save a dog

Time to reload shots trough your door
I love fucken action I could never say no
Duce doubled o duce till I go I wannna act
Dumb like i did one's before
Like toe to toe any day low but if
They know minute gone strike but the show
Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g
My last name is 187 shit is getting hicted
Thug and convicted they all want my dope
Cuz my shit is so addicted im down for my
Lana my shit is pure scama im riding on my low low
Banging screwed up Santana

What yall think me and Low- G wouln't ride
Together no more my boy working on shit
Getting it right coming this year 2002 this is
For all the momies but fuck yall if yall cant make
Tamales man this is for all my niggas im drunk
Nigga i got the hicups and it rhymes huh.

[Thanks to Dro for correcting these lyrics]

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