Lyrics:
some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute
the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie
baby) You don't
Need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga
Keep your game tight
Play right play by
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For
for your rent, a kid needs diapers
Don't mean shit to me
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
of your harp, your piano or lute,
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
He married a Papist named
of your harp, your piano or lute,
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
He married a Papist named
of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For
about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
[Chorus: x2 Goodie Mob]
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Faking ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me
knuckle-free
Khujo capital G-O-O-D-IE Mob wit my nigga LJ
(Lil Jon) and ESB (East Side Boyz)
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga Bo Hizziee!
Get crunk in this
chances of losing is slim.
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him.
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid.
We
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me
the door
{*Goodie Mob sample*
"So how you feel? Frustrated, irritated.."} (4X)
[The Grouch]
I move quietly, misunderstood often
All I want's a good toss
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
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