Hard Wit No Hoe lyrics

Artist  : Kmd 
Song : Hard Wit No Hoe



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Intro


[I wish I could go along with
you but I do have a problem. I've got
my
(Soul!) but I can't find my (Damn
Hoe!)]

Verse 1


Poor X not only
do I headsweat from headsets
Full time Era
come at X from knockin' Z's correct
Next
step's to count sheep
But too many sheep ain't
jumpin' hurdles they sleep
Yeah they sleep I
think I'll check a shorter story
Title: Bo's
Hoe sound's boring perfect for these
sleepless
nights, though I feel quite over-aged
Yeah, I
know...turn the page

Verse
2
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[Ha-ha huh...let's
begin!]

Book-marks the first page
And
reads once upon an age in a far far land
lived
three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course
From
behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across
just
to witness Sam's crop business
boomin' like the
big guy's, but get this
Sam sold to uncles and
cousins, poor Tom crams
He sold his to get a
fence like Sam (yeah)
Page 2: Sam view's the
sight -
What goes at Bo's over his picket
white
Slowly he peeks only to see Bo
plantin'
sweet potatoes with his brand new
hoe
Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more
sweatin'
Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib,
forgettin'
'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey
D would say Sam's tricky
The plot thickens,
onto page 3...

Verse
3
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Top of the mornin', sun's up,
skies are blue
Once nothin...then
cock-a-doodle-doo
All three knew this tool
more than well
Sure beats alarm bells, they
induce head swells
Well, clock says Sam's off
to tend to his crop
Time says Farmer Tom's off
to mop
Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one
eye
for something here is not quite
cipher
"E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo
"Left on my
lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe?
O woe is
me, how will I ever plant seeds
Lay the
fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
Plus make true
my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and
trash the chicken wire?"
By, uh, 100% life
gets hard
When one hoe goes from one's
garden

Verse 4
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Page 4:
Little Bo weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then
Little Bo peeped
through a hole in Sam's six
foot fence
where Sam was seen plantin' tall
and short pea plants
Hence the moral of the
fable:
Always keep a boring book on your night
table
A Tom is not able
But when you grow up
to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard
Cuz
with no hoe it's hard