Da Backwudz The World Could Be Yours Lyrics

Wood Work Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Welcome 2 Da Backwudz
  • 2 You Gonna Luv Me
  • 3 Don't Like the Look of It (Oompa)
  • 4 Gettin 2 It
  • 5 Making Money, Counting Hundreds
  • 6 The World Could Be Yours
  • 7 Fantastic
  • 8 I'll Do
  • 9 Wood Grain (interlude)
  • 10 Whatcha Know 'Bout My Life
  • 11 Mama Always Told Me
  • 12 Feelin' Lonely
  • 13 Lock N' Load
  • 14 Same Sone
  • 15 Smoke N' Ride
  • 16 You Gonna Luv Me (Remix)
  • [Verse One:]
    At the start of our journey together you couldn't tear us apart
    We was like tinted and Ford, peas and carrots
    Rings with karats, and it seem people starin
    Hoes lovin my style, niggaz love jeans you was wearin
    Carryin on, this love jones heatin my soul
    Like a pot of auntie collard greens on top of the stove
    You keep the business on the low like pullin Daytons and Vogues
    You keep me puffin on some purple and you don't even smoke
    But hold up! You flippin the script, say I fuck around
    But you talkin nonsense like a gat with no clip
    That's why a nigga jumped ship, I might as well do my thang
    Them jealous hoes on your end sprinklin salt in my game
    You think I'm a lame, but honestly you hatin my fame
    You mad every time pretty dimes call out my name
    You know it's a shame, you keep shit goin like plumbers
    Get yo' belongings, get the fuck out and go live wit'cha momma

    The world could be yours, but you fucked it all up
    Cause you got me fed all up
    It's to a point now where a nigga fists stay balled up
    My patience been used all up
    The world could be yours, but you fucked it all up
    Sayin you' gon get me caught up
    You know I wasn't cheatin girl, I just went to buy the mall up
    Let me find a hoe to call up

    [Verse Two:]
    Shorty when we first kicked it off, I met her at the mall
    Standin five feet tall, thick big booty broad
    Finest chick I ever saw, remind me of Halle
    But she love to roll reefer drop a Chevrolet with Rallys
    Shorty used to live in Cali, now she in Atlanta
    Say she love my country grammar while she peelin my banana
    Hey! Now we spendin so much quality time
    The other women on my mind I left 'em stranded behind
    See we both were movin up, like George and Louise
    I never thought that you would be my only fish in the sea
    But take it from me, everything ain't peaches and cream
    She started screenin all my calls, never trusted in me
    And followin me, always wanna argue with me
    And cut on my clothes, faded all my Guess and Girbauds
    This shit gettin old, it's time for me to hop the fence
    The world coulda been yours if you had some sense


    [Verse Three:]
    (What's the deal pimp?) You know how I feel pimp
    Look shorty be trippin when I be tryin to chill pimp
    (Nigga you f'real pimp?) Like she on the ill tip
    Threw away my ounce cause she think I'm on her friend hip
    (Let me tell you this though, I can't believe this hoe) What?
    (Had the nerve to come over my crib and show her asshole)
    Man what she do folk? (Cussin out my kinfolks)
    (Slashed up my Cutlass and she busted out my window)
    (Man I think I'm through though) Shit I know I'm through look
    Shorty got more problems than the pages in a math book
    Shoulda got her ass whooped (man folk don't even take it there)
    (Them hoes ain't good for nothin but showin what's in they underwear)
    Nigga ask me if I care, dude I gotta let her go
    I'm tired of the drama and the law knockin at my do'
    (Look, do what you gotta do, I'ma do the same too)
    (Push her to the curb like the way I do my 22's)


    [sped up: "You know the world, the world would be yours" to end]

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