[Intro - Eazy-E]
Nineteen, muthaphuckkin' ninety-me
And I am Eazy, muthaphuckkin' E
You say bitches can't go platinum
So you can kiss my ass with that shit, motherfucker

[Verse 1 - Sylk-E. Fyne]
Fuck how much wood could a woodchuck chuck
Press your luck with the silk and get fucked up
Been a long time comin’
Don’t get it twisted cause I’m a bitch
But at the same time a hundred percent woman
Workin’ and lurkin’ fools, jerkin’ em with my tools
Leavin’ bitches confused cause I choose
Though bitches, wouldn’t drop they shit and come out
Now we got you jackin’ and suckin’ with our cock in your mouth
Low-key but in the mix like a mystery
Come down hard on that ass and cause misery
They say, who’s the B-I-T-C-H?
It’s the bitch silk that you love to hatе, motherfucker
Comin’ out the woodwork, (woodwork, woodwork, woodwork)

[Verse 2 - Diamond]
I feel for thе fool that try to box a bullet
Diamonds or hoods, the bitch breaks them off
They tried to kill me but they couldn’t
How many wannabe GBN Bitches wanna step up?
The clip sends some motherfuckers are gettin’ they ass wet up
If I light a spliffa, get's wicked
Addicted to murder motherfuckers once I set this clip in
Baby, it’s done when the diamond’s creepin’
Takin’ breaths like asthma
Pullin’ walk-bites every fuckin’ weekend
The next man hit the Bozak
I think he knows that this chrome gat
It’s sendin’ n***as to the hard lab
I got the punk with the fever for the flavor
To fuck your ass up and throw your body in a trunk
Chillin’ with my G.B.N Bitches, hollow points
Get delivered on back streets
Cause I'm a set tripper
Strap the cap is how my hood lurks
And I'm comin' out the motherfuckin'
Woodworks
[Chorus - Eazy-E]
Now that was half of my bitches
And you know who the fuck I am
Bitches comin' out the motherfuckin' woodworks
Kick that shit, Chan

[Verse 3 - Chan loc]
Comin' out the woodworks with the mini-skirts
Covin' my demidems as I hang my rag off the window
Hittin' endo, rollin' with my n***a, bro
Slappin' down these hoes
And I don't mean no disrespect
But it's time for a chin-check
I bet you thought you'd never see
Ms. Chan loc look on deck like
What the heck, who'd you expect?
Mary Poppins ain't no stoppin'
Cause that Westside is on
Hip-hoppin', we be moppin'
Bitches off and then wood works?
And if I have to, I'm comin'
Out my shirt to put in work
Just like Angela, we know
I provide the hurt
So motherfuck you and your turf
Run up and get done up
Because we doin' dirt
We comin' out there for
Bittin', hittin' woodwork
[Verse 4 - T-Ski]
Chop, chop, get em' up, chop
Cause here do I come
So give me the motherfuckin'
Block as I commence to rock
We're gettin' my bang on
Blow, come, touch like
A motherfuckin' crack
Now the bitches are comin'
The n***as they watch, box the fuck up
Go, so how many shots
Count my nine BOP, BOP
Get my nine, double
Em got stuck none
But a gangsta bitch won't run
If you're feelin' foggish
Bitch, leave and get done
A click of the switchblade don't fade
I quit to pick a rubber hoe
Body slam, don't give a damn
If the hoe don't know who to fuck
She fuckin' with
I'm T-Ski, don't fuckin'
Hell, yeah, I'm a ruthless bitch
Psycho sicko stick
So flip a friction
Personality, gangsta bitch brutality
It's comin' up out the woodwork
So don't fuck with me