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Song title: Goodie Mob - Goodie Bag

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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 fuck 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 fuck Im going, I cant do shit but get mad
I cant keep get billie and his uncle out my fuckin 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!!