In the Woods

(Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) [Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove] Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good) Well it's that thumpin shit (well I'm soakin too) I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go) I'll be the get Fixin with the ins for the outs we set Hey shortie (yeah mister) Make no mistake I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet (you be buggin) Well I bugs like roaches on rugs Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know) I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit) I'm like hickory (dickory niggas) I make you feel lost like high school history Creator of the rhymin dominoes Watchin drop it's the joint see So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling) The coolest fool be the coolest fool I know the watch be in the air but I kick a new bucket Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob It's that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (in the woods) [Verse 2: Posdnuos] Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid I been stylin' abstract since loose leafs was the shit Catch me breathin' on planes where the gangsta's outdated Fuck being hard, Posdnuos is complicated As my pants play the sagatogah I can order sniffs of Frequencies frequencies cuz I freak mc's with the rhythm rock live (man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it) No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin' Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin' (stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods) Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods) Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods) The plugs just can't be found (in the woods) [Verse 3: Shortie No Mas] Can I come off like the rest of em I think I should Could I of course one verse now ya lost it Found it realizing I came off it sounds mean But pal there's a new kid on the scene I got much soul on the down low tip Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal Pal I got props on a different tip I recall back I go for mines I get the goods Wouldn't you know forgot my compass I got lost in the woods Found my way and I was out I pronounce every letter And if I had the chance i'd do it better I heard a holler down the way and now I'm out for the time being Ya wanna be in but you can't see what I'm seein Time and time my friend I stay gettin it on And now they playin my song again I got feminine style (in the woods) I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods) And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods) A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)