three thug mice dot com I.D. aka Goodnie Ledget Golyanovo
hook
wooden benchez is what they ride young and dumb and down to die they all broke so they greedy n thats how it is in every city
verse 1
ayo I been a good guy, been a bad boy I seen my fellas leavin the crime scene in convoy so listen up souljah, baby momma turn it up cuz its a true story based ballad bout my block How many o yo people fell to the appeal o dealin? bloood stains r on the pillow, we sippin miller wit my homies on them wooden benches, talkin bout benzes I wonder when we get a chance 2 change this so there we were cuttin slack from classes puttin paper cups away as the coppers passed us there we were puffin weed, peddlin a bit boombox pumpin loud, we didnt give a shit
hook
wooden benchez is what they ride young and dumb and down to die they all broke so they greedy n thats how it is in every city
verse 2
if it was warm enuff to not to have a jacket on we used to sit at them benches until the dawn but now we grown n u know people change much we got a lotta stuff that keep us from keepin in touch its women money families, drugs n felonies but still my inner compass is headin me east thats where I live, I often get to remenisin of all the situations one of us could get imprisoned we live 2 deal wit hell, we die 2 chill in heaven Reenie got shot tryna stick up a seven-eleven I love u homie n what I said I meant this we gonna see each other at them wooden benches
hook
wooden benchez is what they ride young and dumb and down to die they all broke so they greedy n thats how it is in every city