worrying about How much more work we can do And I know if I'm the last one standing I can look around and I'll see you (cho) There are ships made of wood
this floor" 'Alice In Wonderland', put out your hand If you were made out of stone I'd know that you'd catch me, oh, if you could 'Cause I'm made of wood
this floor Alice in Wonderland Put out your hand If you were made out of stone I'd know that you'd catch me Oh, if you could 'Cause I'm made of wood
have made it up the mountain I don?t believe; I don?t believe I?d have climbed so high I don?t believe; I don?t believe I?d have made it up the mountain
Vertaling: Town Pants. Schepen Gemaakt van hout.
Vertaling: Trout Fishing In America. Dat is alles gemaakt van hout.
on this floor Alice in Wonderland Put out your hand If you were made out of stone I'd know that you'd catch me Oh, if you could 'Cause I'm made of wood
heard As we journey inward heading for the home of the elves A forest of magic a place of tranquil glades Through elven woods nothing can stop us now
I like women, I like steaks I like cars with the candy paint And an iced out booty with an iced out make I like girls with their goodie-good-good Woodpeckers peckin' on the woodie-wood-wood
days in the jail with claustrophobia And all on account of that wench Emily Well, I finally worked a bar loose from the window And made my way into the woods
I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood
me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's
the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" Just a little
wouldn't dare, they wouldn't dare In dreams I dance with you Though our bodies are made out of wood Though our bodies are made out of wood
I let my goons rush ya like Moscow Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow Man, I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch like tampon's Dump you in the woods
to lose You cannot fill these shoes I just want to be famous But be careful what you wish for Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls Screaming the wood
to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone wit it A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made
sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I live it Made
