| Man this hick hop, country rap shit, whatever they wanna call it
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| Wow, I respect the fact that, man, I respect the fact that there’s a lot of
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| cats tryin' it now
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| Some of them don’t understand the plan or the road they had paved out for 'em
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| Half of 'em fake as shit, they should be askin' me sayin'
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| Where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
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| I ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
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| I just want to be accepted by the woods, Jack
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| I know I’m wack, but please can I rap Jeff?
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| Where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
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| I ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
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| I just want to be accepted by the woods, Jack
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| I know I’m wack, but please can I rap Jeff?
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| Naw, (Naw) hell naw (Hell naw)
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| I’ma start this bitch off with truth real quick (Come on)
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| Just because you chew, don’t mean you spit
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| And just because you cling don’t mean you rap (Haha)
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| Still the main event come and take my strap (Come on)
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| Let me break it down to these boys in the game now
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| You don’t own a snatch rope, how we gon' hang out
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| How you gonna pose in your next new picture (Come on)
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| Holdin' on some liquor, (Haha) finger on the trigger (Haha)
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| I helped start this shit and won’t stop (Stop)
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| Y’all ain’t gonna ruin this bitch on my clock
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| Word around town now is all this beef
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| With all these sheep and all these peeps are so weak
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| That ain’t what we built, that ain’t what we started
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| Still no guilt, half of y’all is garbage
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| Wait here verse two prolly gon' hurt you
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| 'Cause I’ma break it down and do everything you can’t do
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| I’m reckless bitch I don’t give a rats ass
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| Jab to your fitted, watch your head snap back
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| Run like you shit it, bring rap back (Come on)
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| Donkey on this bitch, I’ma play jackass (Haha)
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| Flow like Progressive, never need commercial (Nope)
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| Yo I’m impressive, spit full circle
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| Smoke on the water, I went Deep Purple
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| Made a little money and I did it Universal
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| You hear my punchlines and you stay frustrated
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| Drunk when I wrote this, a good time wasted
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| Matinee is over, they let that show out
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| I’m back in the game, gonna be a blowout
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| Denounce all the snitches, most of y’all bitches
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| Tongue so sharp I got a mouth full of stitches
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| I suggest when you see me, keep your hands still
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| You wouldn’t step to me if you had a treadmill
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| Some act like they got a little story to tell
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| Ain’t old enough to live yet, borin' as hell
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| If you think you know Brahma, but not to well
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| I’m hard on mankind like my bro in a cell
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| Spastic, drastic, drop them 'bows
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| A classic bastard with proper knows
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| My magic habits keep me landage
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| Macho Savage, I suppose
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| Nobody ever drowns in their own sweat
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| Nobody ever clowns in their own debt
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| Nobody ever frowns unless they’re dead set
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| Nobody stays as wound as a tape deck
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| Unless you got a problem needin' solved mathematically
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| You don’t need to get it RAW, naw brutality
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| Mortal Kombat round two mentality
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| Johnny Cage rage, Brahma Bull fatality
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| Where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
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| I ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
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| I just want to be accepted by the woods, Jack
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| I know I’m wack, but please can I rap Jeff?
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| Where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
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| I ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
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| I just want to be accepted by the woods, Jack
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| I know I’m wack, but please can I rap Jeff? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where the Woods At , by - Moccasin Creek. Song from the album Crackers (Dubblewide), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп