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