Goodie Mob - Goodie Bag Lyrics
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weedCause in da swats red hots dont drip or bleedCuz, you know me, givin me left hand dapP-funk be ridin shot gun escort your window broke out sonA cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin slap someSoul in my bread basket gap contain x marks the spotTwain, o.c. the cut layinA stew of empty gas in my tankA buck thirty lookin ugly - think, but it aint gonna stop no showOl burd puttin a buzz in you earIts gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleetRap up the beat outside barely made it to your wakeLookin like mr. fisher, dickie down no suit, no tieNiggaz aint gonna be able to just get by no moYou leavin the hotel - 254Today was good to meI went to the goodwill with the ten dollar billGot that london fog out tha back paid tha manMe and khujo and t-boo, three jack lumbers on tha looseCut your ass lo like cee, be under tha waterHalf these figures around me be hollering newtNow what the ***** has this politician did for youComplain, complain but mr. clampett aint gon changeJust ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets outI heard bill put two gs up for some folksThat they found in they house beat upAnd I dont discuss that color scheme that they fall onCuz tha scheme that they fall on dont match wit my toneSee, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995And not have to make bond from 254Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166I cant see where tha ***** Im going, I cant do shit but get madI cant keep get billie and his uncle out my *****in goodie bag...Without your shank you cant thankWithout your niggas you up the creekStank with a ass fool of ore takin what I say for what its worthIt dont matter cuz how I feel might be triggeredFrom thoughts I had in the pastNow I struggle to reach the sky why try so hardIf all ima get is spit onCause life at the bottom aint hittin on shitBut some of these folks is gettin richI know about mines, unwind, cant take at times going throughThe same drama that got me here in this state of mind...Red-hot in the summer timeFirst of all, I stand a little more than five feet tallBut we can still brawl nigga, I aint scared at allI guess you niggas dont know or cant seeThat it aint even wise steppin to me incorrectlyBut yet still when niggas feel they can dealI will split yo ass up for realCause we the maniacs with the chunky goodie sacsSo I dont carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax traxAre being made by organo-i-z-eWhy we coolin in the shade aint gettin paidFor chillin, illin willin to do what I got to doTo come thru your speakerCee-lo, he will never come weakerUniquer than a lot of emcees out todayBecause Im more than careful about what I sayWhen I pick up a microphone its onThem better leave me alone, Im in my zoneProne to snap if you offer me a chanceLike it when them chunky hoes can danceIll enhance the microphone when its in my grip, I do not slipI cant forget my niggas jo, t-mo, and gippHa, ha, ha, well great scott, is he a thief?It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teethI smile because your eyes cant take the glareBut cee-lo, him dont care, I cut off all my hairAnd everybody stop and stare when we come in the placeAnd I can get on the mic wit no time to wasteGet right up in yo face, kick the flavor you tasteAnd when Im on the microphone its a damn disgraceHow you dont comprehend what Im saying to youAnd Im the c, the double e from the goodie mo crewIm coming thru, Im comin true, ooh I cant even stopIts cee-lo b, Im down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga mike lAnd bert p and my nigga pretty ken, you know he down wit meWe from atlanta, g-a, that is where we stayIm diggin all in the goodie bag each n ever dayOoooh shit!!