"Woodson N Worthin" lyrics
Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh
This is damn Filero this is damn Filero
He on the motherfucking what sombrero
The dang hood bring me some bake
Hey Filero pull a little bass in this song
Man I don't 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 it's the SP-Mex
Just made two twenty-thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
Out the Houston that's my damn home
I like to get high and eat a bowl of Honeycomb
Man hold 'em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
Down with my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe horchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
I'ma throw vato like 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 I'm the caca
I'ma take a picture of your butt-naked sister
And my killers got more priors than Richard
Gangster gangster read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand-new outfit
Free-style flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck you ole stupid dumb bitch
In the land of Gs smoking QPs
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunked do what-what my thang
Swang lang lang in the motherfucking brain
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 damn ass
I'ma get a glass and then pour up some rasp
Motherfucking berry with a little cherry
My motherfucking niggas is so dam very
So dam very motherfucking scary
With the motherfucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say "hi" to my favorite cities
I don't even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
Whipping boys down with my microphone cord
Swirl to the world diamonds and pearls
All my girls dyke like Laverne and Shirley
Curl up my toes straw to the nose
Selling that cane to them butt-naked hoes
Man I ain't foolish but I do talk with bullets
Better tell ya boys to cool it
'Cause I grab it and I pull it man
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they break in
Tryin to save the dogs
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they break in
Tryin to save the dogs
Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip
But I talk shit and the syrup I'ma sip
Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump
Throwed from the jump purple ice in my cup
Man I gotta have it I ain't lying I'm in love
With the codeine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crestmont creep creep my sterling
Make a hoe sing on on my motherfucken hook
Pyrex get shook I sell dope on foot
Momma understand I'm a hustling man
Rock the white sand, watch the white van
Get the fuck out if you see 'em 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 stopping at the Botany what Bridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill
Taking no less than a 10-dollar bill
You can have the three, five, seven dollar pieces
I'ma dress like a fein no gold and no creases
I got my gun no time for fun
It's Saturday night, slang 'til I see the sun
Peace To Hulon and the what Tio drinking
In the plut and my nigga Pancho
Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green
Motherfucking Ken and my brother Ronnie
Man can't you see don't put it past me
Fuck the R-A-P I die for my G
In the Orleans way scott plaza
Woodson n Worthin, partner
'Cause I's a Hillwood hustla
That's my damn click
Where we sell bricks and we like to fight pits
I just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs
I'm telling you young niggas I don't call the laws
When I fucking catch you I'ma pistol-whip you
Man better ask your older brother and sister
Look what you done I done fell off the subject
Cool water on my Bananan Republic
Man let's hoop at the Cloverland park
Bought my white T from the super k mart
On this damn mic I go so hard
Forty five hundred jolly rancher on my car man
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 break in
Tryin to save the dogs
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 break in
Tryin to save the dogs
Time to reload shots trough your door
I love fucking action I could never say "no"
Deuce doubled o deuce 'til I go I wanna act
Dumb like I did ones before
Like toe-to-toe any day low
But if they know me nigga then I'm strapped at the show
Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g
My last name is 187 shit is getting hectic
Thug and convicted they all want my dope
'Cause my shit is so addicted I'm down for my lana
My shit is pure scama
I'm riding on my low low
Banging screwed-up Santana
What y'all think me and Low-G wouldn'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 y'all if y'all can't make tamales
Man this is for all my niggas I'm drunk
Nigga I got the hiccups and it rhymes huh
This is damn Filero this is damn Filero
He on the motherfucking what sombrero
The dang hood bring me some bake
Hey Filero pull a little bass in this song
Man I don't 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 it's the SP-Mex
Just made two twenty-thousand dollar bets
Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
Out the Houston that's my damn home
I like to get high and eat a bowl of Honeycomb
Man hold 'em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
Down with my raza mira lo que pasa
When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
Maybe horchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
I'ma throw vato like 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 I'm the caca
I'ma take a picture of your butt-naked sister
And my killers got more priors than Richard
Gangster gangster read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand-new outfit
Free-style flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck you ole stupid dumb bitch
In the land of Gs smoking QPs
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
Man I get crunked do what-what my thang
Swang lang lang in the motherfucking brain
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 damn ass
I'ma get a glass and then pour up some rasp
Motherfucking berry with a little cherry
My motherfucking niggas is so dam very
So dam very motherfucking scary
With the motherfucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say "hi" to my favorite cities
I don't even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
Whipping boys down with my microphone cord
Swirl to the world diamonds and pearls
All my girls dyke like Laverne and Shirley
Curl up my toes straw to the nose
Selling that cane to them butt-naked hoes
Man I ain't foolish but I do talk with bullets
Better tell ya boys to cool it
'Cause I grab it and I pull it man
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they break in
Tryin to save the dogs
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they break in
Tryin to save the dogs
Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip
But I talk shit and the syrup I'ma sip
Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump
Throwed from the jump purple ice in my cup
Man I gotta have it I ain't lying I'm in love
With the codeine on the Martin Luther King
Left on crestmont creep creep my sterling
Make a hoe sing on on my motherfucken hook
Pyrex get shook I sell dope on foot
Momma understand I'm a hustling man
Rock the white sand, watch the white van
Get the fuck out if you see 'em 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 stopping at the Botany what Bridge
If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill
Taking no less than a 10-dollar bill
You can have the three, five, seven dollar pieces
I'ma dress like a fein no gold and no creases
I got my gun no time for fun
It's Saturday night, slang 'til I see the sun
Peace To Hulon and the what Tio drinking
In the plut and my nigga Pancho
Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green
Motherfucking Ken and my brother Ronnie
Man can't you see don't put it past me
Fuck the R-A-P I die for my G
In the Orleans way scott plaza
Woodson n Worthin, partner
'Cause I's a Hillwood hustla
That's my damn click
Where we sell bricks and we like to fight pits
I just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs
I'm telling you young niggas I don't call the laws
When I fucking catch you I'ma pistol-whip you
Man better ask your older brother and sister
Look what you done I done fell off the subject
Cool water on my Bananan Republic
Man let's hoop at the Cloverland park
Bought my white T from the super k mart
On this damn mic I go so hard
Forty five hundred jolly rancher on my car man
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 break in
Tryin to save the dogs
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 break in
Tryin to save the dogs
Time to reload shots trough your door
I love fucking action I could never say "no"
Deuce doubled o deuce 'til I go I wanna act
Dumb like I did ones before
Like toe-to-toe any day low
But if they know me nigga then I'm strapped at the show
Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g
My last name is 187 shit is getting hectic
Thug and convicted they all want my dope
'Cause my shit is so addicted I'm down for my lana
My shit is pure scama
I'm riding on my low low
Banging screwed-up Santana
What y'all think me and Low-G wouldn'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 y'all if y'all can't make tamales
Man this is for all my niggas I'm drunk
Nigga I got the hiccups and it rhymes huh
Thanks to da49erfreek_8105, Rico for correcting these lyrics.
