T-Mo - Goodie Bag lyrics

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T-Mo - Goodie Bag lyrics

[Hook] Put some fire on that a** end of that weed Cause in the SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed [Verse 1] Cuz, you know me, giving me Left hand dap, P-funk be riding shot gun Escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, morning slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot, Twain, O.C., the cut laying A slew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty looking ugly, think but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd putting a buzz in you ear, "It's gon' snow" Or maybe perhaps sleet, rap up the beat Outside barely made it to your wake Looking like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie n***as ain't gonna be able to just get by no more You leaving the hotel, 254 [Verse 2] Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill With the ten dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers On the loose, cut your a** Lo like Cee Be under the water, half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the f** has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just rib your a** 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 Cause the scheme that they fall on don't match with my tone See, I wonder will I walk the 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 the f** I'm going I can't do sh** but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my f**ing Goodie Bag [Verse 3] Without your shank you can't thank Without your n***as you up the creek, stank with a a** fool of ore Taking what I say for what it's worth, it don't matter Cause 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'mma get is spit on cause life at the bottom ain't hitting on sh** 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 [Verse Four: Cee-Lo] First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl n***a, I ain't scared at all I guess you n***as don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise stepping to me incorrectly But yet still when n***a's feel they can deal I will split your a** 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 Tracks are being made by Organo-I-Z-E Why we cooling in the shade Ain't getting paid for chilling, illing, willing To do what I got to do to come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of MC's 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***a's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha-ha-ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth full of 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 with no time to waste Get right up in your face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone, it's a damn 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 thru, I'm coming true, ooh, I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down with that n***a pop, pop, pop And my n***a Mike L, and Bert P And my n***a Pretty Ken, you know he down with me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm digging all in the Goodie Bag each and ever day Ooh sh**!! [Hook]