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)

Ayo, 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 about the days that go (he know)
I know he know 'cause he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the Malibu shit
The bigger of the isa ('cause 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 (yeah)
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 Indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob (bob), makin' ya bob (makin' ya bob)
Makin' ya bob (bob), makin' ya bob (bob)
Makin' ya bob (bob), makin' ya bob

It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin' (in the woods)
Ayo, we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)

Punch that O for operator, baby, it's 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Catch me breathin' on planes where the gangsta's outdated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
'Cause I freak emcee's 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 one better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the Mase that you thought was lost

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)

Can I come off like 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 mines 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

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)

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David J. Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Paul E. Huston, Vincent Mason