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

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

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

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

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

Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha
Half figures around me be hollering New
Now what the fuck has politician did for you
Complain, complain but Mr. ain't gon' change
Just ribb your ass up to gut your pockets out

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

See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in
And not to make bond from 254
Uh, will somebody turn the lights 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

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

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

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

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

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

Are made by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade ain't paid
For chillin', illin' to do what I got to do
To come through speaker

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

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

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 because your eyes can't take the

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

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 E from the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that 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 Goodie Bag each 'n day
Ooh,

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

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