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

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

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

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

was good to me
I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar
Got London Fog out tha back paid tha man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But yet still when nigga's feel they can
I split 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 made by
Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin'
For chillin', illin' willin' to do I got to do
To come your speaker

Cee-Lo, he will come weaker
Uniquer than a lot of out today
Because I'm more careful about what I say
I pick up a microphone it's on

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

I can't forget my Jo, T-Mo and Gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a
It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold
I smile your eyes can't take the glare

But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my
And everybody and stare when we come in the place
And I can get on the mic no time to waste
Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you

And I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
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 comin' true, ooh I can't stop

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

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

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