Goodie Bag

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks the spot Twain, o.c. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly think, but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear "It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill With the ten dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee Be under the water, half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just rib your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up and I don't discuss That color scheme that they fall on Cause the scheme that they fall on don't match with my tone See, I wonder will I walk the streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254, uh Will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where the fuck I'm going I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fucking Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek, stank with a ass fool of ore Taking what I say for what it's worth, it don't matter Cause how I feel might be triggered from thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard If all I'mma get is spit on cause life at the bottom ain't hitting on shit But some of these folks is gettin rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise stepping to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split your ass up for real, cause we the maniacs With the chunky goodie sac's, so I don't carry an ax But I still swing low with the lumber jax Tracks are being made by Organo-I-Z-E Why we cooling in the shade Ain't getting paid for chilling, illing, willing To do what I got to do to come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of MC's out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance, I'll enhance The microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha-ha-ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth full of gold teeth I smile, because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic with no time to waste Get right up in your face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone, it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming thru, I'm coming true, ooh, I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down with that nigga pop, pop, pop And my nigga Mike L, and Bert P And my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down with me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm digging all in the Goodie Bag each and every day Ooh shit! Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed