Lyrics:
of a five year old
Pain of a loose tooth
Never lost, gold rose goddess I pray to
Guided by your conversation
Forever faithful
Play goodie mob, soul food, for
king will never flop like a benched Vlade
This my gift, ain't a vibe like this
Since Goodie Mob or Aquemini, '98
Wrote these next few bars on a flight
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
So play your fuckin' job
Educated and black I will resort to rob
See why in the muthafuck
Do niggas be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
gat go blakah
Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin' me
Native Tongues, Steady BDP, Public Enemy
Stretch Armstrong, play the Goodie Mob
Pete Rock and you don't stop you don't stop
It's the sad end, you don't
like a 100k miles past crazy
Money made niggas show love
Soon as your pockets get slim they shady
I see him getting white boy wasted thinking about how
of slaves, enter Dungeon Family
With Outkast, Goodie Mob, & P.A. now were Gnarly like Barkley
Without Harley Davidson, maybe someday you will see
Boy, we
hot keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone
complainin
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
Give a damn what you think
Cause if the legends of the south ain't complaining
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what
A student of astuteness
To keep from looking foolish
I don't make no excuses
I'm overcome by your cuteness
If you'd like to
Play the flute
I'd love
with your girl I know you feelin' the pain because
Everybody's breaking, breaking up
Let's stay together (together, together)
United we stand,
apart and are harvested for cheap labor
Charming flute play a rundown of our aggy culture
The farming food chain picked on by some gammy vultures
know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she know
Every instrument is a gram, kilo
OFM, Bangin' on your FM
key, yeah we move just like the mob (just like the mob)
Uh, placing bets on future like a bookie
Prayin' for the crumble of the cookie
When your time
fuck my guys, now they all dead
I done got my bitch super pregnant, got 'em all mad
My guys fuck with your guys, then it's mob ties
Met a bougie
and you
Know that it came from the burner,
If your bitch's a goodie, don't
Bring her around cause I know
Some freaks, that will turn her
Out from
Chorus:
I’m your motherfucking hostess
Hot benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your
Goodie Mob, I was born in the trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was born in the trap
Niggas still got their
check them
This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH
We do it country cause we proud of this shit
the women yea I see em' nude
Not a fuckboy but i play em' like a flute
Outta luck boy we don't hesitate to shoot
I took a different route, Im eating different
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