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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
in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

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

A stew of gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it gonna stop no show
Ol' burd a buzz in you ear
It's gonna or maybe perhaps sleet

Rap up the beat outside barely 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 leavin' the 254

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

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

I heard Bill put two G's up for some
That they found in they house 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 have to make from 254
Uh, will somebody please turn the 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 you can't thank
Without your you up the creek
Stank a ass fool of ore
Takin' what I say for what it's

It matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered
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 hittin' on shit

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

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

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

Are being 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 your speaker

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

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

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

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 to waste
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 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 even

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit nigga pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Ken
You know he wit' me
We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we
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 red hots 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
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 don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on that ass end of dat
'Cause in da swat's red hots don't or bleed