Lyrics:
and Muk we can do it all
Metal, brick or wood
It's all good
And we can always send in the tractor!
CHORUS:
A little bit of timber and a saw
A little bit
gonna be my candy man I’m gonna be your salty dog (2x)
Little red light, little red light
A little green light, a little green light
Little red light,
don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah,
a little kiss
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
She said: "Have patience, little man
I'm sure you'll understand
I hardly know you're name,"
pulled that bike from the ground
He said one man's trash is another man's gold
If it's thrown away it's free to take
A little oil, she'll be good
The business they call show
Hasn't ever been this pumped up before
Hello, gruesome
There's just enough time left to swing by
And re-address the start
If you
matters the most in this life
And I have decided I'm takin' a stand
To stay on that fifty year plan
Inspired by the words of a very wise man
He said,
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car,
But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar.
I know how to work and how ta have fun,
I'm
on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
rocking in a rocking chair
I stopped into a farm town, it looked a little like Lubbock
I met me a farmer who's down on his luck
His tractor was hitting'
on the strip now she felling herself man I made that bitch pack up
Fuck with a grower he working the tractor
Fuck with a blower that little bitch a clapper
[Chorus]
Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down
Poor boy sleeps on straw,
The rich boy
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
A little tight in the shoulder
But you know, it still fit me good
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
and I'm not looking backwards
Preach to the block, man, I'm a hood pastor
She calling me daddy, this little bitch a bastard
And she say I'm a cheetah, well
off y'all jackets.
What's your name baby? word? okay.
Tell your friend right here this, this my man Busta.
[Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for
get the tractor for the truck
Life's a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary
I'll be your
I hook my wagon to my trac
And I head across the yard
To my big sandbox
Where I work real hard
Playin' all day
With my little toy trucks
use a little unwind
Everyone can use a helping hand again and again
So, I jumped on his tractor and he took me around town showed me around
He gave me
forget, no, never forget the boys of 419
Once upon a time lived a man named Bryson Crowe
Oh you know in a home alongside a college road
With his bros
change your mind by the end of the night
And every time you make me cry
And every time you make me cry
And every time you make me cry
I love you a little
and phase out
Who da biggest bully to play on
the playground
I didn't travel to earth by Planet Greyhound
In fact
I came down in a little green spaceship
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
safe from harm
And she loved to chase squirrels
And playing out in the snow
She'd take off like a bullet
Man, you should have seen her go
Run,
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