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Pre>intro g c/g (4 times
Verse
G c/g g c/g
Well I ain't got no worry I ain't in no hurry
You better tell your mother, that you're a real soul brother
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.

Laurel and Hardy's the best
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.

Laurel and Hardy's the best
(C)  (F/A)  (G)  (C)  (F/A)  (G)

(C) Harmony, (G/B) oh (Am) harmony (C/G) 
Where (F) are you to(C)night, where (F) are you to(G)night
(C)
Greetin' for a wee baw bee
Tae buy some COULTER'S CANDY


GUITAR : see-F-see
(C)-F-G7
See-F-see
(C)-G7-see
land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down.
C.g. the Mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around
of polyurethane,
things are apt to get a bit hot

As the toys go winding down

C.G. The Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching
erased.

Black and white turned technicolor up on the big screen,
Beta turned to DVD.
Claymation is gone and now it's all become CG.
Movie sets just
CG's open wide
???
Let my bullets fly
Take a little drink now give it to me
My 44
Get in my seat
Then I hit the line
I see you in my sight
You
delicious eating goober peas

/ C - F C / - - Dm D7G / C - F C / - F CG7 C /

{Refrain}
Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas
Goodness how
the hero, said the mute
C-G C Eb G |Ab |Ab(7) ||Eb |C |Eb |C ||
And you're bound to survive
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George
(huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
[Knightowl (Talking)]
Hey yo CG, why don't you
Drop a gangsta btrack for that ass
Some thing like all them other
Bitch ass producersdon't do
You
I'm to fuckin sick, I don't give a fuck
Much love goin out to a couple of homies of mine
By the name of CG, my home boy Pistol Pete
My other homie
witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'mma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're fuckin' with the Fifi
power
Oh, oh oh

So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped

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