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Goodie Mob - Fly Away lyrics
Big Gipp Now what they know about the banana and mayonaise Just like the toast and bread on the napkin Straight up nuts with this country drawl It ain't no reason lookin forward ain't no fuckin flaw I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw See I'm a ???? lookin to bloom like a mushroom In the jug under hot lights Crystalize so nice when I think twice I love long summer nights Four records deep and I still get stage fright Small times to the big city night lights Chorus If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away, oh T-Mo There's a ghetto in every city Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb Ain't no runnin from niggas Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man The devil's can't stand how we makin moves, smooth Affordin legal hassles goin unseen Like the hand that took Then documented it in his book How these niggas shook the world with the hook Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac Khujo Now kid, don't let the doorknob hit ya Where the good Lord split ya I'm hearin rumors too That you so gone off that damn PCP That thoughts of lettin another man sample your wine Haunts your mind Look like the color pink Rubbin elbows with the wrong folks Makin kin breach they skin Secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh How's about burned at the stake, like the rest of those Sodomites Even though you had beautiful kids and a wife He still went both ways, ain't no due process For boys that become girls or verse vica Feel niggas control this Pin the hollow point tip, on this gay rights activists A ghetto game we all familiar wit Now how many licks, did it take to get you wet You ends today, fly away (fly, fly away) [Fly away, now] Chorus Cee-Lo Yeah Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south So many niggas still think we soft And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha ha Oh yesh y'all, Shocka he got that silky southern drawl And tooth in my mouth, got gold on em all I'm ???????????, and we don't want no bad blood But it is on, it is on Nigga think he got a better mind frame then me Nigga really think he got more game then me Make me sick, they gon think you slick But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick Cause I'll prove your ass wrong about me We so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep And, uh, we dont' like to kill, but we will Oh Lord, this south is sho nuff ????, now shit When we on your side of town, we don't ask why We abide by the rules that y'all live by And see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay But any disrespect, and we'll make yo ass fly away Chorus Repeat Chorus |
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