Woodworks lyrics

[Intro - Eazy-E]
Nineteen, muthaphuckkin' ninety-me
And I am Eazy, muthaphuckkin' 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]
f*ck how much wood could a woodchuck chuck
Press your luck with the silk and get f*cked up
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, j*rkin’ em with my tools
Leavin’ b*tches confused cause I choose
Though b*tches, wouldn’t drop they sh*t and come out
Now we got you jackin’ and suckin’ with our c*ck in your mouth
Low-key but in the mix like a mystery
Come down hard on that ass and cause misery
They say, who’s the B-I-T-C-H?
It’s the b*tch silk that you love to hatе, motherf*cker
Comin’ out the woodwork, (woodwork, woodwork, woodwork)

[Verse 2 - Diamond]
I feel for thе fool that try to box a bullet
Diamonds or hoods, the b*tch breaks them off
They tried to kill 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 spliffa, get's 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 hit the 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, Chan

[Verse 3 - Chan loc]
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 chin-check
I bet you thought you'd never see
Ms. Chan loc 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 - T-Ski]
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 bang 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
Em got stuck none
But a gangsta b*tch won't run
If you're feelin' foggish
b*tch, leave and get done
A click of the switchblade don't fade
I quit to pick a rubber hoe
Body slam, don't give a damn
If the hoe don't know who to f*ck
She f*ckin' with
I'm T-Ski, don't f*ckin'
Hell, 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