In the Woods

[Intro]

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 + (Shortie No Mass)]

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 'em 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 with Shortie so check the way we cuff it

It's that indonesian 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

[Chorus]

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 (Shortie No Mass)]

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Catch me breathin' on planes where the gangsta's outdated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 MCs 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

[Chorus]

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 Mass]

Can I come off with 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 mine, 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

[Chorus]

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)