Goodie Bag

альбом: Soul Food

певец: Goodie Mob

Продолжительность: 4:25

作词 : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ...

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't 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 ain't gonna stop no show

Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear

"It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet

Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake

Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, ******ie down no suit, no tie

******z ain't 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 ain't gon' change

Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out

I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks

That they found in they house beat up

And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on

Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't 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 can't see where tha ****** I'm going, I can't do ******t but get mad

I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my ******' Goodie Bag...

Without your shank you can't thank

Without your ******s you up the creek

Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth

It don't 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 I'ma get is spit on

Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on ******t

But some of these folks is gettin rich

I know about mines, unwind, can't 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 ******, I ain't scared at all

I guess you ******s don't know or can't see

That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly

But yet still when ******'s feel they can deal

I will split yo' ass up for real

Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's

So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax

Why we coolin' in the shade ain't 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 I'm more than careful about what I say

When I pick up a microphone it's on

Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Prone to snap if you offer me a chance

Like it when them chunky hoes can dance

I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip

I can't forget my ******'s 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 can't take the glare

But Cee-Lo, him don't 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 I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace

How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you

And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew

I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that ****** pop, pop, pop and my ****** Mike L

And Bert P and my ****** Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me

We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay

I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day

Ooooh ******t!!

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******

Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

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