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Put some fire on 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 don't drip or bleed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without your shank you can't
your niggas you up the creek
Stank a ass fool of ore
Takin' what I say for 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 ain't hittin' on shit

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

First of all, I stand a 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 wise steppin' to me incorrectly

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

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

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

Them better me alone, I'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a
Like it when chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the when 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 gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the

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

And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn
How you don't comprehend 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 can't stop

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

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