Big Gipp [Rap]

Ha ha
Yeah
What's happening world
This is for all my homeboys who didn't get to see a new year
yeah, yo

(Chorus) X 2
This for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor, and roll up swisher smoke

(Big Gipp)
The hood has changed since you left, man
I see your mom and dad got a new jag
Little Jason work at Papa John's, saw your other brother Kelly
In the basement at Killer Bee's house
Tuesday night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, big screen
You know how these Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall riding bicycles in the trails behind
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like BMX's
Your first car was a Honda, my first car was a rabbit
Cut parties with a tall can or something
Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, that old girl
She always fell, drunk off the pink champell
Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence with you
Hoping that these words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother
Went to prison last week, since he been in we barely speak

(Chorus) X 4

(Khujo)
Rest in peace, to all the brothers
And sisters who didn't make it to see, a struggle
In the flesh, my folk thought I'm in the carcus
I don't worship the sun no more, I follow David Carresh
So I'm living right, the tears of many with a
Sheet pulled over my fucking head, I'm hanging in there
Like a wasp nest, meanwhile niggaz is quiting on me
Falling victum to stress
I'm filling it with your diction homie,but that don't
Take away from my spirit and my mind, one time
For my homie Barat, and my homie Quentin
And my shawty Felicia, and my partna Floppy
I'm still living for you, I'm still swinging on a nigga
Still pulling on a flicker flicker, as I inhale the smoke
With my kinfolk, G-double O-D-I-E
M-O-B for L-I-F-E

(Chorus) X 4

(T-Mo)
You want this gold clean and shining
Don't need to remind me about the divine, he polishes
And demolish his competitors, who was the editor
To bad mouth these boys that bred in the South
Where chicken's fried on the daily, and rebel flags fly
I have no love for confederate sons but guns
And no hogs' good for me, people like my type
To spark the spiritual fight with the devil off tonight
When he's white, at anytime, and any rhyme
With substance is looked at as racist
When good ol' boys is still doing hangings
And Mississippi having no pity on my color skin
Not having a choice from the begin, little brothers
Like me to pose a physical threat, but check
Let me grab a hold of my black steel
And I'll show all y'all who's real c'mon

(Chorus) X 4

(feat. Kurupt and Sleepy Brown)

(Chorus: Sleepy Brown)
People play your flutes
I hope I get to you
Hustlers play your flutes
Players play your flutes
Gangstas play your flutes
I hope I get to you

(Kurupt)
My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons
It's different, sip on some ripple and here's where you stash the nickle
And baby a little pot of dough, I got fly hoes already bitch
And I started pimping an hour ago
Uh, I know that you be watching
Trying to play with my intelligence, I circulate the West
And what I calculate baby just from you taking up my time
Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine
Cadillac and Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa
Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer
Hang on, and don't you let go
I got game to make the rain freeze like snow
Gipp, they just don't get
Gipp, they can't fuck with us
Keep it moving in motion we Dungeon Family baby
And I give to fuckers just the way Los Angeles made me
All my

(Chorus) (only the first third)

(T-Mo)
Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue
You don't have a clue
To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody
Execute your plan, to the fullest
3-4 taking me from coast to coast
Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni
G-Mo-B style, that how we ride to the fullest
Baby from the bottom to the top
We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining
From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest 'bout to blow
With the Mo-B for life, Goodie Mo-B lumberjacking
Packing knowledge of self, I hope our lyric help
Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation
Coming together for 2004
That's how it go, nigga
You know the Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga Mo'
That's how it go

(Big Gipp)
Gangstas, you ain't gotta kill a man, try
Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line
Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt
Like some honey baked toast
Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day
In the lord I pray, but the S-K
Spray a little bit then the police will come
Holding my nuts everytime I don't run
Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the PJs
In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights
Slide to the left baby I'mma hit it right
Came into the front yard, on-on-one fist fight
O. G.'s from the hood told me to keep my shit right
And if they try my mama house, I'll take the first flight
The same niggaz that said they had my back
They got them folks sniffing 'round my pine, I'm gone

(Chorus) (only the first two-thirds)

(Khujo)
Yeah, uh
Gangstas, put down your dukes
Hustlas pick up your flutes
It's your boy 'Jo Goodie, and people don't shoot
I hope I get to y'all in one piece
Cuz tomorrow ain't promised, I hid in the belly of the beast
Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat
HIV running rapid in my community
Teen pregnancies, children having children
People sleeping, on the street
So it ain't all G-double O-D
Don't think I got it gravy when you see 'Jo Goodie on TV
I know this gon be the death of me
But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli
Last year, the devil tried to kill me
But y'all showed mercy, on him, he pleased
Now I'm a below the knee amputee, back on the street
Happily married with four kids, and I'll still split your wig

(Chorus)

(Outro: Kurupt) (overlap the chorus)
Real G'd Up
Goodie Mob
Kurupt Young Gotti
J-Wells, Bonzi J-Wells
Dungeon...

(feat. Andre 3000)

(Andre: intro (Hook))

On some spooky dooky... spooky dooky
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

You can catch me in a white DTS with the top popped
Little buddy under my seat
it shoot hot rocks
Make the sucka Po' get loose
Jiggy purr with me shorty jiggy perm ya curl?
Candle lights the world swiftly
Big Gipp AKA decendant miracle mutant motherfuck from birth
I stay down for the ready-ready
Caught some media, spaghetti
Off in Japan they call me Yeti
I'm the Boogie Man

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

I'm Mr. Boogie Boogie from the goodie goodie Gipp
Put my oogie oogie between your camel foot, so stay put
A straight dog when I'm chasing the platypus
My intellectual qualities superior to most
I love a girl with a fat back
Knee cut, rack, toes showin, Po'
Holdin my eyes swollen
Cause I stare so hard, with no regard
Girl make that change, Shake that thang mama!

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun Sky high, sky high
baby girl didn't even tell me bye-bye
She was gone without droppin the digits
She was gone without using my kitchen
She left without kissin my lips
One more time I wanna hold them hips
I hope we meet up again on a lunar eclipse

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

[Sleepy Brown]
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

[Chorus]
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

[Verse 1: Bigg Gipp]
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Sleepy Brown]
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

[Chorus]
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

[Verse 1: Bigg Gipp]
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Sleepy Brown]
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

[Chorus]
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

[Verse 1: Bigg Gipp]
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Sleepy Brown]
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

[Chorus]
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

[Verse 1: Bigg Gipp]
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Sleepy Brown]
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

[Chorus]
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

[Verse 1: Bigg Gipp]
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

[Verse 3: Big Gipp]
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

(feat. Andre 3000)

(Andre: intro (Hook))

On some spooky dooky... spooky dooky
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

You can catch me in a white DTS with the top popped
Little buddy under my seat
it shoot hot rocks
Make the sucka Po' get loose
Jiggy purr with me shorty jiggy perm ya curl?
Candle lights the world swiftly
Big Gipp AKA decendant miracle mutant motherfuck from birth
I stay down for the ready-ready
Caught some media, spaghetti
Off in Japan they call me Yeti
I'm the Boogie Man

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

I'm Mr. Boogie Boogie from the goodie goodie Gipp
Put my oogie oogie between your camel foot, so stay put
A straight dog when I'm chasing the platypus
My intellectual qualities superior to most
I love a girl with a fat back
Knee cut, rack, toes showin, Po'
Holdin my eyes swollen
Cause I stare so hard, with no regard
Girl make that change, Shake that thang mama!

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(Big Gipp)

Touched what I never touched before
Seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun Sky high, sky high
baby girl didn't even tell me bye-bye
She was gone without droppin the digits
She was gone without using my kitchen
She left without kissin my lips
One more time I wanna hold them hips
I hope we meet up again on a lunar eclipse

(Andre: Hook)

B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make y'all suckas wanna run
The one that make you wanna spend _ with your son
Nobody that I know no longer do this shit for fun I am the...
B-O-O-G-I-E M-A-N
You know the one who make a suga drop her drawers
I dig her cause she's unashamed, she do me just because
She wanna and I wanna that's on the niagra falls I am the...

(feat. Sleepy Brown)

(Sleepy Brown)
Mirror Mirror on the wall..
Who's the freshest of them all, Baby?
oooooh..

(Chorus)
(We're Steppin Out!)
Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would
(We're Steppin Out!)
Dont really care long as you and I are there
(We're Steppin Out!)
Cause we're on the scene
(We're Steppin Out!)
With the gangster lean
(We're Steppin Out!)
You wanna be on my team?
(We're Steppin Out!)
(oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!)

(Verse 1: Bigg Gipp)
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror
Tell me what do you see?
My face, I.D. samilo poochies
Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap
Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap
So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr
Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs
Whatever the flavors that she would like to see
I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's
Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne
That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on
Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat
You can eat on the hub
Put my heat on the wood
Speed on, is good
Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs
Just coolin sipping freon
Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon
Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut
(We're Steppin Out!)

(Chorus: Sleepy Brown)

(Verse 2: Big Gipp)
You wanna meet the authentic
The way I walk it, the way I talk it
They can't be ready
My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent
Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow
Gipp..
Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts
As I slide piering out the doulley wop window
Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk
As I critique the streetbeat on this street called
beatstreet
Ol boy yall killing me what will it be
Visions of level 3 or one twezzy
Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy
Star struck to eager to please me
Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy
Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy
Without a doubt you see me
Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city

(Chorus: Sleepy Brown)

(Verse 3: Big Gipp)
No matter the cost still floss ross
Post up charlie trading post
Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky
Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee
If the world could see me really how it be
So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed
Let it subseed, bunglow over seas
Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass
I cant, let that pass not that fast
And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside
Go head and decide unlock your car doors
And let a G-Ride that stay sit
Now I'm on the inside lets slide
Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi
Me and my new fluzy
Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout
The lights and the phone off finger snap
Thats a wrap

(Chorus: Sleepy Brown)

Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
There are thingz in life
We of people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen here we go

In life sometimes things ain't what they seem
Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me
To share in this love of life
For my lil shorties to eat right
It's the short life that we live
And there's a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people?

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here
I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand
I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot
Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed
To beautiful days and beautiful ways
Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us
In the quipped to 24 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence
Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets
And it's a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin, scrappin, head stung
I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb
Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

Never say never, I'm clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her motherfuckin lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip
A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics
But I spit it, make em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city,
Hook me up with the best greens they serve
I took a bird in the red eye
I'm workin' till I'm dead eye
The mission never ends
Im up for them lazy a**
Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth
True niggaz they kno, stay together till its over
Staring out the window of my old home,
We older
I'm never sober
I'm never sober

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

(feat. Outkast)

(Al Pacino)
"I'll fight for you 'til the day I die"

(Gipp)
Yeah.. yeah.. yo
Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope
Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak
Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em
And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em
In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick
Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes
Drag my ass down the air like I care
Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab
Makin money off these breakdown slabs
We got this zone, get your own
Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget
The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(Khujo)
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze
like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose
on all fo's
You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough
Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed
We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet
at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory
Clean cut but I stay dirty
Uhh, you play fair, I teach
I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork
or beast, ?? ??
Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer
with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(Andre)
The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich
The po' boy got it bad cause he is po'
The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow
The good gul got it good cause she got game
It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame
Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick
repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle
We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle
in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes
Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at
Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number
Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber
like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh
Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so
nothing you can do can be new up under the sun
Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time
I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin forth to carry you home
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost
There's somethin bout these guns
that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts,
I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this,
I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks,
we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated,
but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without,
at least 30 shots
Cause I'm tellin ya,
these Southern boys gon' get all they got
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those,
leavin deaf hoes
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ??
Takin no prisoners cuffed,
they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son,
rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live,
if it was less queers
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y'all from the section where the straight shit,
straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze,
when you see me call me Mr. Gipp
Shoot em from the hip,
everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
block me off and watch me peel,
Big Boi grill ridin through the park
on the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin
that's how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel,
money in my socks
Lookin out, for the cops,
and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken,
bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true G's are,
I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height,
SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja,
told ya when I was older
I wanted to live the good life,
money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change
and my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine
is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind
A-T-L, fine this just how it's goin down
And the sound,
watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's

[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..

All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese kitchen, switchin up on my shoe wear
How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style
Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga
Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang

[Cee-Lo]
Listen here -- I got a book that you should read
It's about me, and I suggest that to any nigga who doubt me
it will correct you, affect you, it will make shit clear
Now switch to the next nigga with that bullshit here
Keep readin -- it will also say
that if you, disrespect, anything up in this way
that will guaran-tay an awesome array of gunplay, okay?
This is Carlito's Way, all day

[T-Mo]
Shake it shake it shake it shake it hang out all night
and don't stop until the DJ quit spinnin what's right
Everybody sweatin gettin closer and closer, be shoulder to shoulder
Bouncin, bouncin, we tipsy, danceflo' is slippery
But we groovin, keepin this bitch movin
Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang

[Khujo]
Back and forth, back, and forth
?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out
from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount
and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack
When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath
uhh, fifteen eleven colossal
I'm weighing in at a Knighton
If you don't know nuthin else
believe that it is some ol' real niggaz

Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)

Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne
Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne
and let your chain swang, and let your chain hang

[T-Mo]
Lyric assassin while mashin they blastin come fast and
scatter from every rational imaginal
International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves
Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind
through your speaker, this one's a keeper
Like Ebenezer, it was his decision, to live his life
through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper
who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind

[Khujo]
Before I was rudely interrupted, house fallin down
but we straight, you should save yourself ??
It's rainin suckers cause they greed sickens me
Poverty stricken, hand pickin, in the corner cleansin
Lights out poor, slip and you nails hell
Everythang for sale, be eat with they plastic
Let's enhance it, I'll be good til Saturday
Thick volume gravity

[Gipp]
We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single
Money stashed away in jars like Pringles
Keep it hard for the Tunnel, we make it bump
for the 5 5 nina skull-cap boot-wearin renegade motherfuckers
Throw yo' hands up, you give it up we give it back
Yo, this is how we act when it's packed from the back
Lady don't snatch, let my chain hang
Everythang is everythang boo

[Cee-Lo]
Behold, the stolen soul, the ancient scroll
The game of control, roll the Swisher swoll
Open the gate away, lay to lay, I getcha gotcha greaterly
Even when you hate me, you educate me
So try to trill, I will take ya to the battlefield
Crack your motherfuckin, windshield you better yield
cause I got the right of way, night or day, alright okay
This is Carlito's Way

Chorus 2X

hook
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Now when I saw you in the club, all I did was stare
Intimidated by my golds and my long ass hair
But I couldn't let you pass, and didn't even care
I had to make conversation, and let you know this here
Who am I, the well known T-Mo, represent the G Mo B
Trinity to infinity
Baby whats your name, where you came from
Where you get your game from,
I bet you learned a lot growing up
Being a cute lil' thang, like to bang with the big dawgs
Roll in the big hogs, 18, living life raw
Little shawty was a dream
Had to put up my dream my brother had
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Well my dear, this here you can quote
Carlitto will cut your motherfucking throat
Left low, you can ride shotgun in the boat
Hit my red light digit and thats all she wrote
Of course, she shaped like a stallion horse
Goddammit, shawty finish your drink
We going to get a room, what the hell you think
I'll buy you something to eat, but you can't break the bank
First time, the gold plate from the IHOP
Then to the inn to umm drop, plop plop,
fizz fizz oh what a relief it is
Get it, got it gone, now he out for his
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Hey Jo (huh?), I know this girl that wanna cut your throat
Hold up shawty
Before you finna to get your boy in some serious trouble man
I'm talking bout' cost cutting (snip-snip), ain't nothing
Tell her all we can do together, is make this grip-grip
She talking 'bout chiefing, sipping, bending and stripping
I ain't chicken fool, you know I'm ranged up
All these fools around here may be harder
But I ain't studying this young buck
Jail baits are best seen hiking the drawls
And looking for a daddy to cake her
All you gotta do is take her out, stuff her face, get her pumped
Put her on the chopping block, now she nice and crunk
But I ain't no punk dutty
Heard if you stick your thumb in their booty it drive 'em nutty
She'll walk nann day, owe me but a cent and out
when I'm through boo
Now you know the real meaning of cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Gipp cutty, they call me too fresh too clean
Got the girls hooked off the D like morphine
Where we gonna go, I don't know but lets hit it
With the strawberries, blueberries, looking for the tooth fairy
For the night out, downtown, second floor,
in the loft with the lights out
Candles straight burning
Everybody hot, clothes on the floor
You ain't know, yo we got some hollywood cake
we can slice Mrs. Meyer
Even got some twins that can get in
Head for head, bed for bed, it don't matter
Everything jumping off just right,
and we ain't leaving till the sunlight
Cause we undercover with our cutty buddy
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey

hook

We got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
We got that fie fie delish (x2)

(Khujo)
Back in the whole, ?hide like I stole?
Put us in this where its at make all the dough
Throw out your dough
Uhh you ain't hard, you're stupid, like ?counting the votes on yourself?
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop calling my momma house, and hanging up
Niggas is Biggie Smalls, ready to die, a horrible death
I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga
Time flying,who having fun
Making runs, up and down Cambelton,
Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one
Stop gossiping, your marriage on the rocks, and you jealous
43 and can't keep a man, because you careless
I'm too generous, so my kindness is took for weakness
You don't want to see me nut up, I leave you teethless
And the toothfairy don't run on friday the 5th or the ?7 day hassle?
Stop eating ?eagle eye and ??, so I rhyme past ??
?The move master?
We got that fie fie delish

hook

(T-Mo)
I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it
Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it
Leaving 'em dripping with SWAT's shit, on that forehand
The godfather of my nigga first seed, please show us much love
?? Lil Willy ?I'm busting the philly?, on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your ??
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me the power
The man of the hour
Look,it's on when I hit you with this fie fie in your eye
Aww Naw, you better not cry

Who got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
Who got that fie fie delish

(Cee-Lo)
Now get back, you hit you get hit back
Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats
Whenever, however, you want to act
Think it ain't when it is, shawty gonna kill a nigga ass bout' his
Rhyme pays, I could blaze in a maze for days
?Flat concrete or thick metals?, we won't settle
Till' its evident and obvious, don't fuck with us
Ya heard, I mean every word I bust
Trust me, you can't stop me, even if you bust me
?? must be in the same ?fashion pack?
?Jesus came?
I'm the future, I'm forever, I'm the flame

hook

(Big Gipp)
Everything grit to the grind
Gimme something to hold and watch me flip it two times
The whites of his eyes couldn't hide all the shit up on his mind
Always inclined to soft touch
If I'm approached wrong, ?blew lead just through the skyways?
And touch back down on the one-way highway
Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads
Nickel plate with the numbers straight
Just in case the spot got funny money
Now who call, well you got your wish
Goodie Mob in your town with that fie fie delish
All up in your face bitch

hook

Chorus: Goodie MobWe peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this)We peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do

I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4)

(Khujo)
Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop
Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock
Go in your socks, confiscate your knot
Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not
Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks
And your watch
Can't wait until you come through
One more 'gain so they can empty your bins
Check your chin, don't try and be my friend
Get close and then attempt to do me in
Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut
Huh
Can't touch
We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen
We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody
Cause we motherfucking grown men

hook (x2)

(T-Mo)
Whats on your mind at this time
Chilling fine, sip back on wine
Everything dope and scoping mine
Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see
Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate
No catching guard presence in Southwest
And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop
Never gonna change, try to stay focused
Still running with the same crew since 82'
All I gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too?

hook (x2)

(Big Gipp)
How you doing miss thang
Better yet should I say miss queen
I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off
Your smelling classic baby
I'd like to hold it snug
Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club
I be 'bout strictly business
I make it better, get it better than the last dude
Where I hang ain't no drama momma
I reserved the bed behind the curtains
Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels
And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ

hook

(Cee-Lo)
Sugarpie...
You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly
Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone
Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? I'm interested
But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn'
Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me
But I'm only staring cause I like what I see
But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love
Maybe next life-time you'll be free

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hookWe'll I'm just gonna tell youWe ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do itAnd all that acting you doing, we see through itFuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it(Cee-Lo)Now I say my rap reflect the

(Big Gipp)
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd degree
I'm the milli in the meter
I'm the gram up in the kilo
I'm the wave up in the ocean
The C up in the coast and
The B up in the Boston
So what you looking for or looking at now
You ain't got what you gotta shake
Caught it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging down
Hurt for the red dirt at the same time
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear

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My old hood could use a little rebuilding
A better place for these ghetto children
I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy
And these walls gonna come tumbling down
These walls gonna come tumbling down

(Cee-Lo)
Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed
I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me
Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be
When so many didn't have an alternative to see
Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it
Thats why I try to glorify God with it
But it still remains, its in my veins
I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again
Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day
And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way
And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey
You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played
I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go
Then I ain't got no choice no more
Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
With 50 years to face
I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding

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(T-Mo)
I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves
And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame
Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond
Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do
Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor
But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president
He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit
And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas
Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please
A nigga just wanna eat and sleep
With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
Doing the best I can nigga

(Khujo)
Shit, look who talking now
You gots'ta crawl before you walk, Ohh don't follow to close
Where I think you might stop
We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence
Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up
Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up
Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go
Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate
I used ain't have nothing positive to say
Doing my little five minutes of fame
Who done forget from which they came
Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me
Better than I've been to myself
Keep us in good health
The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck
But I gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies
For the kill, MAC's in your side
Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens

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?Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2)

(T-Mo)
Enhance the game, but give me the benz
While I send my word
It's lightly packed ????? giving a fuck
Bitch I gots to eat too
While I catch up like Heinz
On the hook for my family tree
East to West to South is booted in this red clay
And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone
So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build
I'm packing my steel too

(Khujo)
Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding
Anything we riding in is stolen
And you can tell when a nigga on round' here
His neck and his wrists be all frozen
You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing
Out on the ave posing
But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan
You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down
We brang them guns, you tote them roses
Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen
Now here, put some ice on that
Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up

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(Big Gipp)
Hold up, wait up, Gipp swolled in here
My eyes getting little and its hard to steer
Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale
Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail
And anything you got for me, just hold
Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds
Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop
See the veins never change, only part is in the name
I ain't that old, wanna play me cold
Wanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my gold
See I was raised by a man, so a man you see
Came up in the trailors of Fulton County
Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer
If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners
)From the street corners

(Cee-Lo)
Well when you looking at me make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down
Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down
Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down
Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down
YES SIRE! COLLAPSE AND GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE
Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher
From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill
So I guess I'm no better than the rest
But I try to be
Somehow these streets feel so fly to me
I'm a get it right Lord "Cee-Lo, Don't you lie to me!"
I hope this work here work me a way up out this
Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day
Damn

hookYou know how good it can be, if I took you home with meI know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonightCome on lets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty(T-Mo)Can I get a

Now TLC will challenge Goodie MobTo a game of ghetto laser tagWhen they say 'What it is'You scream 'What it ain't'[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)(Battle zone, Goodie)1999 (Yeah)TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)The synergy of ghetto soun

Put up your lighter
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
This be a party, for the whole world
Travel cross seas like that girl
We in the mind altering thangs
Couldn't leave it alone, we offered it a loan
Watch the porch jump straight to the ceiling
Hear the party drums beat for beat
So, some want us to leave, but they want more,
the time came to sang
Peace, they brought the rain, to wash away the pain
So we all can party in the streets
Well, I don't know about you
But we all trying to play dumb
But don't you worry about me
I promise you we gonna get free
Just party
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop
Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest?
Or get up and watch the hands fly, in the middle of December
I wash the wife-beaters, heaters on full blast
With some ?? we like scavengers circling your block
While you do that your ?paper drop?
You better hop jump and skip, before we dip
Because we falling through you, like the Bloods and Crips
Gotta close your eyes and start dreaming
Everybody life got a little meaning
Got to spread your wings and start flying
If you living don't be worrying bout' dying
Just party
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
Whether fast or slow, face it, pace it and let yourself go
Might not get a chance to do it no mo'
Let the music take your mind,
leave the worries of the world behind
Oh, such a beatiful sight for the blind
It remind me of a celebration
One nation under one rule
Its that you ain't got nothing to prove
Ohh, let the music move you,
and sooth you, like its supposed to
Love is life, life is worth loving
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone
And now we back rapping on the microphone
I say signing autographs for little kids delight me
We can't help but be some stars in the shining night
See I was raised in the SWATS by my mom and pop
To be a cold little brother that you can't stop
On top of the charts, I'm a ladies man
The type of brother with heart, weak suckers can't stand
Cause I wanna be free, hear my spirit it's the clearest
Can you hear it in the gospel
I came down here cause I gotta believe
Don't follow me, I say I need someone to take me to the Rave
Party, all night, fiesta, forever