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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 swat's red hots don't or bleed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But some of these folks is gettin'
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going
The same drama that got me here in this of mind
in the summer time

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

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

Are being by Organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade gettin' paid
For chillin', illin' willin' to do I got to do
To come your speaker

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

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

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

But Cee-Lo, him care, I cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare 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 it's a damn disgrace
How you don't what I'm saying to you
And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo
I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I even stop

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

Put some fire on that ass, end of dat
'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 drip or bleed

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

Put some fire on 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 don't drip or