Well, these young girls are driving me crazy I'd fuck 'em all but I'm too lazy Livin' all alone can be tough on a man Time to take matters in my own hands
In a cabin in the woods A monster by the window stood Saw a rabbit hopping by Knockin' at the door "Help me, help me, sir," he said, "I ate the farmer
Tonight I'm alone without you my dear It seems there's a longing for you still All I have to do now is sit alone and cry In our little cabin home on the
There's a cabin in the pines in the hills of Caroline And a blue eyed girl is waiting there for me I'll be going back some day and from her I'll never
Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin
Tonight I'm alone without you my dear It seems there's a longing for you still All I have to do now is sit alone and cry In our little cabin home on
I've got an ugly liver from drinking too much I've got painful sliver from thinking too much Oh I don't want to go on livin' in this rut Oh I think I'
I want to go back to my little grass shack In Kealakekua, Hawaii I want to be with all the kanes and wahines That I knew long ago I can hear old guitars
They matched the D.N.A. from the spit On the stamp on the mailed package And the typewriter Had the same characteristic markings We learn from other'
Ash, Linda, Scott, Shelly, Cheryl: We're all jammed in the car And we're going really far Driving deep into the trees With hot dogs, chips and cheese
High life Nigga I thought you knew So roll up the bud and dont forget about the brew We havin a smoke out in the back of the MC But lets do this kinda
We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) Well, can I
Yeah, This is C Knight fom the Dove Shack Gettin those here out Kickin it at King's Park wit all the homies Heh, and you know what I'm sayin So why don
Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child Spacekateers, I'm back, baby, yes, I'm back And Mr. President you're not chillin' in the house, baby You're not
Yeah, my mind get complex like sex Nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked Can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas I be rollin through
Back in the days of old times, on the Eastside Where the G's who ride, and here the rest play You got to have you a phat knot Or you would have not 'Cause
Tonight I'm alone without you my dear It seems there's a longing for you still But I just keep it there so I won't be alone In our little cabin home on
Many years I've been lookin' for a place to call home But I still didn't find it so I must travel on I don't care for the fine mansions on earth's sinkin