Lyrics:
Mr. Cee ]
3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang
It's 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin gang
Pimps with limps, never known as simps
We smoke dank, not
diss Latee are prosecuted
Cause I take the minority, give them authority
He's bein chased, see, and Rick Cee's part will be
To cut it, mush it, shove
I'll never make friends around here, I'm too unruly
I don't think they like when I do what I do but they can't move me
Niggaz talk shit like they gon
traveling on a spiritual high
I'm flying high with Cee-Lo
Or maybe watching my long's heart dancing to a De La flow
Everybody knows there's no fruit
Cee-Lo Green (Sugar Lo)
Twista, it gets no better baby!
[Chorus: x2]
Hey, you a trapper's delight
You're an actor's delight, you a rapper's delight
can’t admit the type of fight this is
They claim to be a state but half their statements are misguided by medieval understandings of humanity and it’s
incredible, I'm inevitable and there's no possible prevention
I'll hardly scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention
The powers that be will be
dick
I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in
But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?
Chorus 2X
[Verse 1: Cee]
I look around and I'm seeing nary a human near me
The only rapper that I fear is in the mirror, beaming
I'm on an odyssey to bring
it's Snapple,
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next?
'Cause I be lookin' out my window with a nine, like Malcolm X.
There's no cop, they
know I be quick to react like chemicals
Loose on a different pedestal
Been out here tryna reach the impossible
Got a lot on my plate like Cee Lo
Sweet
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
Cause I feel a little better baby when I get high
But I think that I'll be better when Im by your side
Imma spend it cause I cannot take it with me
of the leaf I blow a wreathe
Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif?
It seems like he got a
Mouth full of gold teeth
Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green
Young money we
Smoking the green like Cee-lo
Shawty just want a Mojito
We fuck but we keep on the D-low
Rocking Bape like Nigo
I got my bro my migo (Ha)
Talk funny
Don't be alarmed by the sharp things up high
It's meant to be broken like that
Foley setting tone, the greedy buddy writes on his hat
I want you
height
Losin G's in cee-lo
I never sweat it; cause my connect got kilos
My bank, two thou that's what's in it
Rollin cee-lo, headcrack makin G's in
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
by Cee but her name was Ciara
Light brown skin, she a real go getter
We vibes off the bat like a home run hitter
Pick her up at 6, then we off
go!)
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!"
Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new Nino
Have Italian
a seal
Cee Huncho almost up a hundred racks
That's without a deal
Take music away and you'd be nothing
You don't know how to deal
Before all this shit
HOPE YOU KNOW I CAN'T BE BROKEN DOWN, I AINT THE TYPE TO SIT
AND TAKE YOUR SHIT, I'LL STAND AND FIX MY CROWN, IN FACT
I THINK I'LL FIX IT NOW, LIL BITCH
money
Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo
Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit
A nigga flash heat, he flipped
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
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