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letra de where the woods at - moccasin creek

[intro]
man this hick hop, country rap sh-t, whatever they wanna call it
wow, i respect the fact that, man, i respect the fact that there’s a lot of cats tryin’ it now
some of them don’t understand the plan or the road they had paved out for ’em
half of ’em fake as sh-t, they should be askin’ me sayin’

[chorus]
where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
i ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
i just want to be accepted by the woods, jack
i know i’m wack, but please can i rap jeff?
where the woods, where the woods, where the woods at?
i ain’t ever really been into the woods yet
i just want to be accepted by the woods, jack
i know i’m wack, but please can i rap jeff?
naw, (naw) h-ll naw (h-ll naw)

[verse 1]
i’ma start this b-tch off with truth real quick (come on)
just because you chew, don’t mean you spit
and just because you cling don’t mean you rap (haha)
still the main event come and take my strap (come on)
let me break it down to these boys in the game now
you don’t own a sn-tch rope, how we gon’ hang out
how you gonna pose in your next new picture (come on)
holdin’ on some liquor, (haha) finger on the trigger (haha)
i helped start this sh-t and won’t stop (stop)
y’all ain’t gonna ruin this b-tch on my clock
word around town now is all this beef
with all these sheep and all these peeps are so weak
that ain’t what we built, that ain’t what we started
still no guilt, half of y’all is garbage
wait here verse two prolly gon’ hurt you
’cause i’ma break it down and do everything you can’t do

[verse 2]
i’m reckless b-tch i don’t give a rats -ss
jab to your fitted, watch your head snap back
run like you sh-t it, bring rap back (come on)
donkey on this b-tch, i’ma play jack-ss (haha)
flow like progressive, never need commercial (nope)
yo i’m impressive, spit full circle
smoke on the water, i went deep purple
made a little money and i did it universal
you hear my punchlines and you stay frustrated
drunk when i wrote this, a good time wasted
matinee is over, they let that show out
i’m back in the game, gonna be a blowout
denounce all the snitches, most of y’all b-tches
tongue so sharp i got a mouth full of st-tches
i suggest when you see me, keep your hands still
you wouldn’t step to me if you had a treadmill

[verse 3]
some act like they got a little story to tell
ain’t old enough to live yet, borin’ as h-ll
if you think you know brahma, but not to well
i’m hard on mankind like my bro in a cell
spastic, drastic, drop them ‘bows
a cl-ssic b-st-rd with proper knows
my magic habits keep me landage
macho savage, i suppose
n-body ever drowns in their own sweat
n-body ever clowns in their own debt
n-body ever frowns unless they’re dead set
n-body stays as wound as a tape deck
unless you got a problem needin’ solved mathematically
you don’t need to get it raw, naw brutality
mortal kombat round two mentality
johnny cage rage, brahma bull fatality

- moccasin creek

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