Lyrics

Hoodstock
Written by R. Williams
Produced by S. Davis

Thanks to the sound of innovations by Alexander Graham Bell
The event will go down
Radamez, Seany D, bring it down now

VERSE 1
Soul searching and we are still swerving
Take white boys to the hood and still work with them from suburban
Arial tactics guitars are attractive
We manipulate the system so it becomes proactive
They introduce me to a new sound
See you aint gotta choose now
We got this game locked thats hands down
More soul than a James Brown
Permanent to pave now
The king is on his thrown wit the same crown
Burn the guitar I'm Jimmy Hendrix on a stage
He burn rubber like it was a Indy 500 race
Invitational?s are only for innovational
Who you know whole album come wit a different sound
None of the tracks sound the same and cater to a different crowd
The Carlos Santana of the rap game
They love me like I love Range
Rock star, rap star, track star
Whatever you wanna call me
Just respect me in the morning

HOOK
I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show ya how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control

I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control

VERSE 2
Get your lil acid when u take it out the plastic
Get the feelin of rejection of an orphan or a bastard
I might as well suicide dive and call the suicide line
And jump into the crowd wit a tech nine
Which race u know influence mad record sales
Strip the whole game and then remove it like a Chip and Dales
Add to the fire it burns stronger
Add some more lighter fluid increase a mans starved hunger
You mix concrete and the rock
You get the hardest on the block
Songwriter slash entertainer slash co-innovator
I come from the surface
And work my way to latitude
To Rock on rock steady rock ready
I'm an amplifier
Nigga the amps on fire
And groupie broad chicks saggin bras wit no wires
They guarding the gates
I need to see the fans
I keep tellin homey I'm the leader of a band
Watch me

HOOK
I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control

I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control

VERSE 3
Still actin up speakin different vernaculars
Postpone the presents and lessons I'm still given em
Pay attention givin em sessions
The cars wippin em
The hood still listening and others are so sensitive
They start hiding in they pow wows
Asking me the how, how
I want the volume up they ask me how loud
I want it turn it up to bout a hundred
So I can see they faces when they feel in they stomach
The sunroof is sound proof
Stuntin in a lounge coup
The haters in they circus red nose wit they clown suits
I'm so obsessed to originate the game
When the stipulation change
Still the situation remains
The rude boy like an Osbourne
Trying to keep my eyes on
Got dudes playing dumb kits on my songs
Paparazzi wanna snap shots until they here gun shots
Flash the camera once
Then its POP POP

HOOK
I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control


I bring Woodstock to the hood
I?m a show how rock and roll
You know it rules that soul
I don?t think you wanna stop the show
Driving em crazy make em lose control