Lyrics:
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
Headcrack, time to get the bread!
I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city
Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty
So who
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is
what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my
to know one
I shine like the sun
In pitch black night
In a crowd playing cee lo
I'm so all alone
So they tell me
That Life is bliss
And Life what you make
All I really know about is
Ben Frank
That All I Really Know
All I Really Know About Is Ben Frank
Raw Stank
I Shoot Dice
I Smoke Dank
I Cee-Lo
In My
have mercy on the SWAT's
[Chorus - Joi & Cee-Lo]
Lord have mercy, on me
This is just how it's gone be
Niggas dying daily on them same corner that
Lord have mercy on the SWAT's
[Chorus - Joi & Cee-Lo]
Lord have mercy, on me
This is just how it's gone be
Niggas dying daily on them
[Cee-Lo]
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
Dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
Because some
Decisions, Decisions to make
Decisions, Decisions to make
Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
I'm below ground. To Cee-lo
How? For five-six years I never four-five-six, often
One to see one-two-three. Tootsie rolls in my sleep. So my
Mix, put
can party in the streets
(Cee-Lo)
Well, I don't know about you
But we all trying to play dumb
But don't you worry about me
I promise you we gonna
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
Getting out my box like Nemo
Told her that she cute but she ain't my type like Geno
I know what we know
Fuck you I'm feeling like Cee Lo
But can you tell me
maneuver with the Ruger
Look, I gotta win
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo
You ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's Operation "Get
motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you
Decisions to make
Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
outta my bag of tricks
These niggas ain't
me to win
Me and Cee dropped two tapes, now we at it again
Don't fuck with niggas, be killing my vibe
Play with us we gone pop like the 4th of July
Say
living life on a Vegas strip
Shit you talking hater shit kid never phased by it
Flow cold smoke O's just to reload
Couple racks stuffed in a duffle
Like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the
Streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how
Many
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
Doing all that time
Free King Jeo
Shooting Cee-lo and
Reading books with Rio
Sharpen my mental just
To count by the kilo
Damn, Running out of ink
You know
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