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Goodie Mob - Rebuilding lyrics
(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 hook 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 hook (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 hook |
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