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letra de goodie bag - goodie mob

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put some fire on that -ss end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
put some fire on that -ss end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed

cuz’ you know me givin’ me left hand dap
p funk be ridin’ shot gun escort your window broke out son
a cool breeze got my lips chap mornin’ slap some
soul in my bread basket gap contain x marks the spot
twain o.c. the cut layin’

a stew of empty gas in my tank
a buck thirty lookin’ ugly think but it ain’t gonna stop no show
ol’ burd puttin’ a buzz in you ear
it’s gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet

rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake
lookin’ like mr. fisher, d-ckie down no suit, no tie
n-gg-z ain’t gonna be able to just get by no mo’
you leavin’ the hotel 254

today was good to me
i went to the goodwill with the ten dollar bill
got that london fog out tha back paid tha man
me and khujo and t-boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose

cut your -ss lo like cee, be under tha water
half these figures around me be hollering new
now what the f-ck has this politician did for you
complain, complain but mr. clampett ain’t gon’ change
just ribb your -ss up just to gut your pockets out

i heard bill put two g’s up for some folks
that they found in they house beat up
and i don’t discuss that color scheme that they fall on
‘cuz tha scheme that they fall on don’t match wit my tone

see, i wonder will i walk tha streets in 1995
and not have to make bond from 254
uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166
i can’t see where tha f-ck i’m going
i can’t do sh-t but get mad
i can’t keep get billie and his uncle out my f-ckin’ goodie bag

without your shank you can’t thank
without your n-gg-s you up the creek
stank with a -ss fool of ore
takin’ what i say for what it’s worth

it don’t matter ‘cuz how i feel might be triggered
from thoughts i had in the past
now i struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard
if all i’ma get is spit on
’cause life at the bottom ain’t hittin’ on sh-t

but some of these folks is gettin’ rich
i know about mines, unwind, can’t take at times going through
the same drama that got me here in this state of mind
red-hot in the summer time

first of all, i stand a little more than five feet tall
but we can still brawl n-gg-, i ain’t scared at all
i guess you n-gg-s don’t know or can’t see
that it ain’t even wise steppin’ to me incorrectly

but yet still when n-gg-‘s feel they can deal
i will split yo’ -ss up for real
’cause we the maniacs with the chunky goodie sac’s
so i don’t carry an ax, but i still swing low with the lumber jax trax

are being made by organo-i-z-e
why we coolin’ in the shade ain’t gettin’ paid
for chillin’, illin’ willin’ to do what i got to do
to come through your speaker

cee-lo, he will never come weaker
uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
because i’m more than careful about what i say
when i pick up a microphone it’s on

them better leave me alone, i’m in my zone
prone to snap if you offer me a chance
like it when them chunky hoes can dance
i’ll enhance the microphone when it’s in my grip, i do not slip

i can’t forget my n-gg-‘s jo, t-mo and gipp
ha, ha, ha, well, great scott, is he a thief?
it seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
i smile because your eyes can’t take the glare

but cee-lo, him don’t care, i cut off all my hair
and everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
and i can get on the mic wit’ no time to waste
get right up in yo’ face, kick the flavor you taste

and when i’m on the microphone it’s a d-mn disgrace
how you don’t comprehend what i’m saying to you
and i’m the c, the double e from the goodie mo crew
i’m coming through, i’m comin’ true, ooh i can’t even stop

it’s cee-lo b, i’m down wit that n-gg- pop, pop, pop
and my n-gg- mike l and bert p and my n-gg- pretty ken
you know he down wit’ me
we from atlanta, g-a, that is where we stay
i’m diggin’ all in the goodie bag each ‘n ever day
ooh, sh-t

put some fire on that -ss, end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
put some fire on that -ss, end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed

put some fire on that -ss, end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
put some fire on that -ss, end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed

put some fire on that -ss end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
put some fire on that -ss end of dat weed
’cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed

- goodie mob

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