Woodrow the Base Head lyrics

WOODROW: Hey, Brother Stark!
GHOSTFACE: What up, ‘Dro?
WOODROW: A-yo, what up, my motherf*ckin’ n*gga?
GHOSTFACE: Ha, my n*gga, what’s that, it’s my mother—ahhhhhhhhhh…
WOODROW: Whoooooo!

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GHOSTFACE: What up, kid?
WOODROW: A-yo, man, why y’all n*ggas playing me? ‘Cause Woodrow ain’t never hurt no-motherf*ckin-body…
GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] Ahhh, stop fakin’…
WOODROW: Get these big n*ggas off me, man…
GHOSTFACE: Ah, ‘Dro, you wild, ‘Dro. What up, G?
WOODROW: A-yo, let me get two. Let me get two
GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] C’mon, ‘Dro. You know I can’t f*ck with you like that, ‘Dro, y’know dunn?
WOODROW: I’m saying, man, I know y’all motherf*ckers say cash rules everything around you, but crack rules everything around me, motherf*cker!
GHOSTFACE: Stop that, ‘Dro! Damn!
WOODROW: Know what I’m sayin’? Now, like I said, I got nine dollars for yo’ ass, know what I’m sayin’… you know, I come through—
GHOSTFACE: ‘Dro ‘Dro ‘Dro, you got the most G in the world, ‘Dro, slow down, pard… Slow down. C’mon… C’mon, Dro-Dro!

[BODYGUARDS chuckle]

WOODROW: I’m sayin’! It ain’t no motherf*ckin’ game, n*gga, I come through with the TV’s… I come through with the VC—

GHOSTFACE: Christmas tomorrow, man! Christmas tomorrow!

WOODROW: And I’m gonna come through for y’all motherf*ckers all over here! Stapleton, y’all n*ggas know how I do! And I’m from uptown, I don’t even motherf*ckin’ supposed to be around here, but I come around here, and I spread my motherf*ckin’ love. Now I’m saying, give me two cracks, let me go on the roof, take my two—
GHOSTFACE: Alright yo. Damn, man… C’mon, but you know… you’re like fam, god…
WOODROW:—and get on my sh*t!

GHOSTFACE: Alright, duke, C’mon ‘Dro, you like fam, man, I love you, man. I love you, man… C’mon ‘Dro!

WOODROW: C’mon, man, the first is around the motherf*ckin’ corner, just like you love the first, and when I see yo’ ass, in front of that motherf*ckin’ check cashing, n*gga, you don’t kiss me! n*gga, you get your motherf*ckin’ money, and keep steppin’. So let me get my motherf*ckin’ crack, go get high and do my motherf*ckin’ thing, and I’m motherf*ckin’ leavin’, motherf*cker

GHOSTFACE: God… damn, ‘Dro! [NERVOUS LAUGHTER]

WOODROW: Come on, man, Come on! Brother Stark!
GHOSTFACE: [PAUSE] Damn
WOODROW: Look, see I always gotta go through this sh*t, man… y’all n*ggas are supposed to be Big Willies, you actin’ a little silly, motherf*cker!
GHOSTFACE: That ain’t got nothin’…that ain’t even got nothin’ to do with it, ‘Dro, c’mon, ‘Dro
WOODROW: C’mon, man! C’mon, man!
GHOSTFACE: [LAUGHING] A yo, ‘Dro, slow the f*ck down. C’mon pard. You know I love you, though, God. What’s wrong with you, man?

WOODROW: A yo, tell these motherf*ckas to back up! These n*ggas all in my motherf*ckin’ face—
GHOSTFACE: Nah, those are—Those are my n*ggas, right there! Overseein’—
WOODROW: [TURNS TO BODYGUARD] You think I don’t carry a motherf*ckin’ pistol, n*gga?
BODYGUARD: Ease up, ease up
WOODROW: ‘Cause I’m a crackhead?


GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, stop that, man. Stop that, man. See now, c’mon, baby…
WOODROW: n*gga, I got a motherf*ckin’ nickel plated .380, I go down to my old lady house, man, I tell her, “Suzie, throw it out the window! Suzie!”
GHOSTFACE: [NERVOUS LAUGH] Ay-yo, you wild
WOODROW: Don’t play with me, mother—[SUDDENLY, AS IF HE HEARD SOMETHING] “Sue!”
GHOSTFACE: You wild, ‘Dro. Stop it, braw…
WOODROW: Back the f*ck up, motherf*ckers!
GHOSTFACE: Nah it’s all… it’s all good. This is my, this is my n*gga right here, this is ‘Dro

WOODROW: Now… Brother Stark. All I want is two, man. That’s all I want

GHOSTFACE: Listen, man. I can’t even do it like that… I can’t even do it, no, on the real, ‘Dro, I’m tight, God. I can’t do it like that. You know… c’mon, man. You like fam, God

WOODROW: Look, see I’m gonna have to go see the motherf*ckin’ Rastas, then! I see I’m gonna have to go see the motherf*ckin’ Rastas! They let a motherf*cker get it for seven!

GHOSTFACE: Son, they just.. You wonder why… you wonder why them n*ggas keep lookin’ at yo’ ass, huh? f*ck with them n*ggas like that!

WOODROW: [PAUSE] f*ck them, f*ck you, and f*ck this motherf*ckin’ crack house! I’m out, motherf*ckers! f*ck y’all motherf*ckers!
GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, don’t disrespect my gate… don’t disrespect it. Don’t disrespect my gate like that
WOODROW: I don’t give a f—y’all won’t let me get two for nine dollars. One motherf*ckin’ dollar?

GHOSTFACE: A yo ‘Dro… get the f*ck out the house. Get the f*ck out the gate, man. I’m about to knock you the f*ck out

WOODROW: [LEAVING] Always want a motherf*cker… get off me!