Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X)



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



[Backbone]

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



Chorus



[Cee-Lo]

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



Chorus



[Khujo]

Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??

off the block before your carcass drop

Can