Woodson
(Verse 1)
“ Hold on,
Give you one second!”.
I’m stoped from
Telling what happened,
For you to give me
Few sheets blank paper,
And a fountain pen.
To write my story down.
The way I was writing.
Scratched like striking
Wooden matches
Dropped directly in,
More than enough
Gasoline To burn this
Place To the ground.
It is gonna be
(Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
(Verse2)
Here we are again.
Arrested and
Separated.
Now being asked
What happened,
That brought
Us again
Downtown.
I am one of two men.
Gold Shields listening
To Mister Greene’s,
Dramatic statements.
Against his
Live in girl friend.
How it all
Went down.
They were both In the
Kitchen he was seated,
And being made
Something to eat quick.
When he was accused
Of cheating and she
Wasn’t gonna put
Up with one bit!
So he smirked and
Turned away when
Asked again and
That is when she
Said, “ Motha Heffa,
Now I know You just didn’t
Turn your back on this
Hot pot of grits!
Thats when I stopped him.
looked around then gave him a
Few blank papers and fountain pen.
“ Here, write this story down “.
(Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
(Verse3)
“ Here you go my friend!”.
As he stops me to give me some
Papers and pen to write my
Story of all stories down.
I wrote it just like
It happened.
From the hominy
Grits to her split lip,
From a sparking tipped
Pen filled with enough
Gasoline to burn this
Place to the ground!
(End Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you better keep
Your hands off of it.
Just in case you’re
Wondering is this The End?,
I guess you’ll have to wait
For the next one.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you better keep
Your hands off of it.
Just in case you’re
Wondering Is this The End?,
I guess you’ll have to wait
For the next one.
© NegroMeda
“ Hold on,
Give you one second!”.
I’m stoped from
Telling what happened,
For you to give me
Few sheets blank paper,
And a fountain pen.
To write my story down.
The way I was writing.
Scratched like striking
Wooden matches
Dropped directly in,
More than enough
Gasoline To burn this
Place To the ground.
It is gonna be
(Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
(Verse2)
Here we are again.
Arrested and
Separated.
Now being asked
What happened,
That brought
Us again
Downtown.
I am one of two men.
Gold Shields listening
To Mister Greene’s,
Dramatic statements.
Against his
Live in girl friend.
How it all
Went down.
They were both In the
Kitchen he was seated,
And being made
Something to eat quick.
When he was accused
Of cheating and she
Wasn’t gonna put
Up with one bit!
So he smirked and
Turned away when
Asked again and
That is when she
Said, “ Motha Heffa,
Now I know You just didn’t
Turn your back on this
Hot pot of grits!
Thats when I stopped him.
looked around then gave him a
Few blank papers and fountain pen.
“ Here, write this story down “.
(Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
(Verse3)
“ Here you go my friend!”.
As he stops me to give me some
Papers and pen to write my
Story of all stories down.
I wrote it just like
It happened.
From the hominy
Grits to her split lip,
From a sparking tipped
Pen filled with enough
Gasoline to burn this
Place to the ground!
(End Chorus)
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you better keep
Your hands off of it.
Just in case you’re
Wondering is this The End?,
I guess you’ll have to wait
For the next one.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you
Better keep your
Hands off of it.
So hot you better keep
Your hands off of it.
Just in case you’re
Wondering Is this The End?,
I guess you’ll have to wait
For the next one.
© NegroMeda