- Goodie Mob All A's 歌詞
- Goodie Mob
- Chorus：goodie mob (repeat 2x)
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin aint 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 as
[backbone]
Say say say say crack, whats the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
Im gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
Im in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they cant see me when im ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time i know these muhfuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But ill do years, if i bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
Im, 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
Theres somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, i aint been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, ill burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks, we gon bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga dont hate me, cause i aint hated, but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But dont you dare ride through the swats without, atleast 30 shots
Cause im 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
Cant 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
Aint, 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 prettyll 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 still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches..
Chorus
[gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Yall 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 im in my 84 sedan deville
Block me off and watch me peel, big boi grill ridin through the park
On the weekend aint no stoppin keep it dippin thats 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?
Chorus
[t-mo]
Now watch em slide like some finger lickinchicken, bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true gs are, im 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 its insane, how this caine
Is bringin em pain, youngun doin time dyin by this grind
A-t-l, fine this just how its goin down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin dirty south
Nigga check it out, dirty swats got spots
Chorus
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