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  • Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
  • Cause in da swats red hots dont drip or bleed
  • Cuz, you know me, givin me left hand dap
  • P-funk be ridin shot gun escort your window broke out son
  • A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin slap some
  • Soul in my bread basket gap contain x marks the spot
  • Twain, o.c. the cut layin
  • A stew of empty gas in my tank
  • A buck thirty lookin ugly - think, but it aint gonna stop no show
  • Ol burd puttin a buzz in you ear
  • Its gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet
  • Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake
  • Lookin like mr. fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
  • Niggaz aint gonna be able to just get by no mo
  • You leavin the hotel - 254
  • Today was good to me
  • I went to the goodwill with the ten dollar bill
  • Got that london fog out tha back paid tha man
  • Me and khujo and t-boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose
  • Cut your ass lo like cee, be under tha water
  • Half these figures around me be hollering newt
  • Now what the ***** has this politician did for you
  • Complain, complain but mr. clampett aint gon change
  • Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out
  • I heard bill put two gs up for some folks
  • That they found in they house beat up
  • And I dont discuss that color scheme that they fall on
  • Cuz tha scheme that they fall on dont match wit my tone
  • See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995
  • And not have to make bond from 254
  • Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166
  • I cant see where tha ***** Im going, I cant do shit but get mad
  • I cant keep get billie and his uncle out my *****in goodie bag...
  • Without your shank you cant thank
  • Without your niggas you up the creek
  • Stank with a ass fool of ore takin what I say for what its worth
  • It dont matter cuz how I feel might be triggered
  • From thoughts I had in the past
  • Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard
  • If all ima get is spit on
  • Cause life at the bottom aint hittin on shit
  • But some of these folks is gettin rich
  • I know about mines, unwind, cant take at times going through
  • The same drama that got me here in this state of mind...
  • Red-hot in the summer time
  • First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall
  • But we can still brawl nigga, I aint scared at all
  • I guess you niggas dont know or cant see
  • That it aint even wise steppin to me incorrectly
  • But yet still when niggas feel they can deal
  • I will split yo ass up for real
  • Cause we the maniacs with the chunky goodie sacs
  • So I dont carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax
  • Are being made by organo-i-z-e
  • Why we coolin in the shade aint gettin paid
  • For chillin, illin willin to do what I got to do
  • To come thru your speaker
  • Cee-lo, he will never come weaker
  • Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
  • Because Im more than careful about what I say
  • When I pick up a microphone its on
  • Them better leave me alone, Im in my zone
  • Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
  • Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
  • Ill enhance the microphone when its in my grip, I do not slip
  • I cant forget my niggas jo, t-mo, and gipp
  • Ha, ha, ha, well great scott, is he a thief?
  • It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
  • I smile because your eyes cant take the glare
  • But cee-lo, him dont care, I cut off all my hair
  • And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
  • And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste
  • Get right up in yo face, kick the flavor you taste
  • And when Im on the microphone its a damn disgrace
  • How you dont comprehend what Im saying to you
  • And Im the c, the double e from the goodie mo crew
  • Im coming thru, Im comin true, ooh I cant even stop
  • Its cee-lo b, Im down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga mike l
  • And bert p and my nigga pretty ken, you know he down wit me
  • We from atlanta, g-a, that is where we stay
  • Im diggin all in the goodie bag each n ever day
  • Ooooh shit!!

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