Lirik Lagu Goodie Bag - Goodie Mob
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Put some fire on that ass end of dat weedCause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed
Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dapP-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out sonA cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap someSoul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spottwain, O.C. the cut layin'a stew of empty gas in my tankA buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no showOl' burd puttin a buzz in you ear"It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleetRap up the beat outside barely made it to your wakeLookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tieNiggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'You leavin' the hotel - 254
Today was good to meI went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar billGot that London Fog out tha back paid tha manMe and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha looseCut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha waterHalf these figures around me be hollering NewtNow what the fuck has this politician did for youComplain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' changeJust ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets outI heard Bill put two G's up for some folksThat they found in they house beat upAnd I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall onCuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my toneSee, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995And not have to make bond from 254Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get madI can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag...
Without your shank you can't thankWithout your niggas you up the creekStank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worthIt don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggeredFrom thoughts I had in the pastNow I struggle to reach the sky why try so hardIf all I'ma get is spit onCause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shitBut some of these folks is gettin richI know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going throughThe 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 tallBut we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at allI guess you niggas don't know or can't seeThat it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectlyBut yet still when nigga's feel they can dealI will split yo' ass up for realCause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac'sSo I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax traxAre being made by Organo-i-z-eWhy we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paidFor chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to doTo come thru your speakerCee-Lo, he will never come weakerUniquer than a lot of emcees out todayBecause I'm more than careful about what I sayWhen I pick up a microphone it's onThem better leave me alone, I'm in my zoneProne to snap if you offer me a chanceLike it when them chunky hoes can danceI'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slipI can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and GippHa, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teethI smile because your eyes can't take the glareBut Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hairAnd everybody stop and stare when we come in the placeAnd I can get on the mic wit no time to wasteGet right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you tasteAnd when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgraceHow you don't comprehend what I'm saying to youAnd I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo CrewI'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stopIt's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike LAnd Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit meWe from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stayI'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever dayOoooh shit!!
Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dapP-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out sonA cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap someSoul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spottwain, O.C. the cut layin'a stew of empty gas in my tankA buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no showOl' burd puttin a buzz in you ear"It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleetRap up the beat outside barely made it to your wakeLookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tieNiggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'You leavin' the hotel - 254
Today was good to meI went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar billGot that London Fog out tha back paid tha manMe and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha looseCut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha waterHalf these figures around me be hollering NewtNow what the fuck has this politician did for youComplain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' changeJust ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets outI heard Bill put two G's up for some folksThat they found in they house beat upAnd I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall onCuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my toneSee, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995And not have to make bond from 254Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get madI can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag...
Without your shank you can't thankWithout your niggas you up the creekStank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worthIt don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggeredFrom thoughts I had in the pastNow I struggle to reach the sky why try so hardIf all I'ma get is spit onCause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shitBut some of these folks is gettin richI know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going throughThe 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 tallBut we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at allI guess you niggas don't know or can't seeThat it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectlyBut yet still when nigga's feel they can dealI will split yo' ass up for realCause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac'sSo I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax traxAre being made by Organo-i-z-eWhy we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paidFor chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to doTo come thru your speakerCee-Lo, he will never come weakerUniquer than a lot of emcees out todayBecause I'm more than careful about what I sayWhen I pick up a microphone it's onThem better leave me alone, I'm in my zoneProne to snap if you offer me a chanceLike it when them chunky hoes can danceI'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slipI can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and GippHa, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teethI smile because your eyes can't take the glareBut Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hairAnd everybody stop and stare when we come in the placeAnd I can get on the mic wit no time to wasteGet right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you tasteAnd when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgraceHow you don't comprehend what I'm saying to youAnd I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo CrewI'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stopIt's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike LAnd Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit meWe from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stayI'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever dayOoooh shit!!
