Lyrics:
I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam
So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B
T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be
Don't flex on next, I
crazy like tell me what you see in me
Where you bout to go and get your guap, you won't see no green
Kung fu fightin', niggas bigger than Cee Lo Green
Nigga I would die for this shit
I ain't think id ever be alive for this shit
Used to want friends by my side
Now I'm realizing
People leave you out to dry
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You don't use our music to get high
Then use our music to get by
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Break!!
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh,
pistol packing and this li' bitch it's full of pain, uh
They ask why Li Cee, why you get so aggressive
I tell 'em my heart full of anger
Remember them
it ain't me though
Lookin' for a husband
You know it ain't me hoe
Tryna get the green but no it ain't Cee-Lo
Stuntin' is a habit
Diamond carrot like
Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin' like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in
should come on a cone
7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell 'em I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday and I give you a call
You know I'm
just
I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin
Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose
Gnarls Barkley and the
Future-Love "SexyBack" album
And bro…Justin I ain’t tryna
Put
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
They want that
Raw uncut beef patty
Get caught by the
Lime green and khaki
I only lean when
I only lean when turning
Through the city
My fingers are
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday and I give you a call
You know I'm
I only see the green light
Only seeing green lights
I love to keep the speed
It’s the only thing that seems right
I only see the green light
Only
I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
You know you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
The world's my
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
purple drink
If I fall off again mayne, I'm runnin in the bank
You know I stay about that jacking, killing, robbing, and thugging
Whip ya head like cee-lo
where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street
Too
nights down by the sawmill
We sit and talk, her hand in mine
Country green, do you know what I mean?
She's true and pure like country green
Country
that I want you by text
I'm sick of your bullshit and lies
She give's me more headache than head
Il croyait pas en moi, je leur ai montré que je savais
make money off sounds 'cause I pree those keys
(In the dungeons)
Something like Cee Lo Green (I'm about it)
Frontline, man look for me when it's
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
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