Lyrics:
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
I sort of hate to ask it
But do
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
I sort of hate to ask it
But do
to Grandmother's house
Into the woods to Grandmother's house
Are you certain of your way?
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one
WIFE
Why, come in, little girl.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
I wish...
It's not for me,
It's for my Granny in the woods.
A loaf of bread, please-
To bring my
, to Grandmother's house
Into the woods, to Grandmother's house
You're certain of your way?
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
that shit, all that shit is good
And everything I have gotta be wood
All over, even in a Range Rover
I'm born and raised to be a young soldier
Call
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
gone come down Benz and bladed up truck
All that shit, all that shit is good
And everything I have gotta be wood
All over, even in a Range Rover
Im born
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
I fli, I flips down the Ave
Know I'm looking good
I'm banging "Screw", nigga
Diamonds up against that wood
I fli, I flips down the Ave
Know
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
Gotta knock on wood
Gotta knock on wood yeeeeaah
Nigga why you wanna down me we come from the same damn hood yeah
Bitch saying she gone leeeeeave
Hoe i
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his f-in' self and be good (good)
Yeah, ask n- on my projects (yo, Y.O.)
When
, good, good, good, good (they good)
Said sometimes (said sometimes)
I tap that at two, by one she was saying save the time
Good day, got her a good dish
it's that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted
Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered
Off that thunder birdy yac
so good
And the sex so good
And the sex so good
And the cat so good
Say I'm putting down wood
Late night in the bedroom while your man gone
Give you
Living good
Bad bitch rolling woods
Out the neighborhood
She know what’s good
Star like Hollywood
Now she riding wood
Pockets good
Family tight
and there's still no change
I'm thinking by now there's something strange
Still feels good and it really don't hurt
So all I do is un-tuck my shirt
Wood
trash
I guess 'cause you was so good with a
Freeway they keep givin' you an E-Z Pass
"Yo Goodz! Why you talkin' like this?!"
I made loopholes for gettin'
So if you've got a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York
Was once New Amsterdam, Hey!
Why they changed it I can't say
by now theres something strange
Still feels good and it really don't hurt
So all I do is un-tuck my shirt
Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood
He's
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