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Put some fire on ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed
Put some on that ass end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed

Cuz' you know me me left hand dap
P funk be ridin' gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap X marks the spot
O.C. the cut layin'

A stew of gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin' a in you ear
It's gonna snow or perhaps sleet

Rap up the beat outside barely made it to wake
Lookin' Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You the hotel 254

Today was to me
I to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill
Got that London Fog out tha paid tha man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack on tha loose

Cut ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water
Half these around me be hollering New
Now what the has this politician did for you
Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett gon' change
Just ribb your ass up just to gut your out

I heard Bill put two G's up for some
That they found in they house up
And I don't discuss that color scheme that fall on
'Cuz tha scheme that fall on don't match wit my tone

See, I will I walk tha streets in 1995
And not have to bond from 254
Uh, will somebody please the lights on 166
I see where tha fuck I'm going
I can't do but get mad
I can't keep get and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag

Without your shank you can't
Without your you up the creek
Stank with a ass of ore
Takin' I say for what it's worth

It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be
From I had in the past
Now I struggle to the sky, why try so hard
If all I'ma get is on
'Cause life at the bottom ain't on shit

But some of these folks is rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at going through
The same drama that got me here in state of mind
Red-hot in the summer

First of all, I a little more than five feet tall
But we can brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me

But yet still when nigga's they can deal
I will yo' ass up for real
'Cause we the with the chunky Goodie sac's
So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the jax trax

Are being by Organo-i-z-e
Why we in the shade ain't gettin' paid
For chillin', illin' willin' to do I got to do
To come your speaker

Cee-Lo, he will never weaker
than a lot of emcees out today
Because I'm more careful about what I say
When I up a microphone it's on

Them better leave me alone, I'm in my
Prone to snap if you offer me a
Like it when them hoes can dance
I'll the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip

I can't forget my nigga's Jo, and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a
It seems like he has a mouth gold teeth
I because your eyes can't take the glare

But Cee-Lo, him care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody and stare when we come in the place
And I can get on the mic wit' no to waste
Get up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste

And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn
How you comprehend what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm coming through, I'm true, ooh I can't even stop

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit nigga pop, pop, pop
And my Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken
You know he wit' me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is we stay
I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n day
Ooh,

Put some on that ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red don't drip or bleed
Put fire on that ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots drip or bleed

Put some fire on ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots don't or bleed
Put some on that ass, end of dat weed
'Cause in da swat's red hots drip or bleed

Put some fire on that ass end of dat
in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on ass end of dat weed
in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed