Goodie Bag

Lyrics

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
 Cuz' 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
 Niggaz 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 tha back paid tha man
 Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose
 Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water
 Half these figures around me be hollering New
 Now what the fuck has this politician did for you
 Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change
 Just ribb 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
 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone
 See, I wonder will I walk tha 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 tha fuck I'm going
 I can't do shit but get mad
 I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag
 Without your shank you can't thank
 Without your niggas you up the creek
 Stank with a ass fool of ore
 Takin' what I say for what it's worth
 It don't matter 'cuz 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'ma get is spit on
 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' 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 steppin' to me incorrectly
 But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal
 I will split yo' 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 trax
 Are being made by Organo-i-z-e
 Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid
 For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do
 To come through your speaker
 Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker
 Uniquer than a lot of emcees 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 fulla 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 wit' no time to waste
 Get right up in yo' 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 through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
 It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop
 And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken
 You know he down wit' me
 We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
 I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever 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

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Song Details

Duration
04:25
Key
7
Tempo
179 BPM

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