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woodworks - eazy-e lyrics

[intro * eazy*e]

and i am easy, motherf*ckin’ e
you say b*tches can’t go platinum
so you can kiss my ass with that sh*t, motherf*cker

[verse 1 * sylk*e. fyne

been a long time comin’
don’t get it twisted cause i’m a b*tch
but at the same time a hundred percent woman
workin’ and lurkin’ fools, jerkin’ em with my tools
leavin’ b*tches confused cause i choose
f*ck b*tches, wouldn’t drop they sh*t and come out
now we got you jackin’ and suckin’ with my c*ck in your mouth
low*key but in the mix like a mystery
come down hard on that ass and causе misery
they say, who’s the b*i*t*c*h?

[verse 2 * sylk*e. fyne]
it’s thе b*tch silk that you love to hate, motherf*cker
comin’ out the woodwork, (woodwork, woodwork, woodwork)
i feel for the fool that try to box a bullet
diamonds or hoods, the b*tch breaks them off
they tried to k!ll me but they couldn’t
how many wannabe gbn b*tches wanna step up?
the clip sends some motherf*ckers are gettin’ they ass wet up
if i light a spliff, i get wicked
addicted to murder motherf*ckers once i set this clip in
baby, it’s done when the diamond’s creepin’
takin’ breaths like asthma
pullin’ walk*bites every f*ckin’ weekend
the next man came to bozak
i think he knows that this chrome gat
it’s sendin’ n*ggas to the hard lab
i got the punk with the fever for the flavor
to f*ck your ass up and throw your body in a trunk
chillin’ with my g.b.n b*tches, hollow points
get delivered on back streets
cause i’m a set tripper
strap the cap is how my hood lurks
and i’m comin’ out the motherf*ckin’
woodworks
[chorus * eazy*e]
now that was half of my b*tches
and you know who the f*ck i am
b*tches comin’ out the motherf*ckin’ woodworks
kick that sh*t, chance

[verse 3 * sylk*e. fyne]
comin’ out the woodworks with the mini*skirts
covin’ my demidems as i hang my rag off the window
hittin’ endo, rollin’ with my n*gga, bro
slappin’ down these hoes
and i don’t mean no disrespect
but it’s time for a chit*check
i bet you thought you’d never see
ms. chan look on deck like
what the heck, who’d you expect?
mary poppins ain’t no stoppin’
cause that westside is on
hip*hoppin’, we be moppin’
b*tches off and then wood works?
and if i have to, i’m comin’
out my shirt to put in work
just like angela, we know
i provide the hurt
so motherf*ck you and your turf
run up and get done up
because we doin’ dirt
we comin’ out there for
bittin’, hittin’ woodwork
[verse 4 * ganksta lissa]
chop, chop, get em’ up, chop
cause here do i come
so give me the motherf*ckin’
block as i commence to rock
we’re gettin’ my bling on
blow, come, touch like
a motherf*ckin’ crack
now the b*tches are comin’
the n*ggas they watch, box the f*ck up
go, so how many shots
count my nine? bop, bop
get my nine, double
m got stuck none
but a gangsta b*tch won’t run
if you’re feelin’ foggish
b*tch, leave and get done
a cl!ck of the switchblade don’t fade
i quit to pick a rubber hoe
body slam, don’t give a d*mn
if the hoe don’t know who to f*ck
she f*ckin’ with
i’m t*ski, don’t f*ckin’
h*ll, yeah, i’m a ruthless b*tch
psycho sicko stick
so flip a friction
personality, gangsta b*tch brutality
it’s comin’ up out the woodwork
so don’t f*ck with me

- eazy e lyrics

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