[Big Gipp] Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise) Slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin Straight up nuts with this country drawl It ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no fuckin flaw I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw See, I'm a rare stud 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 From small towns to the big city night lights
[Chorus: Goodie Mob] If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away, ahhhhh
[T-Mo] There's a ghetto in every city (know dat) Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb Ain't no runnin from niggaz Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth Avoidin legal hassles goin unseen like the hand that took then documented it in his book how these niggaz shook the world with the hook Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
[Khujo] Now GIT, don't let the doorknob hit ya where the good Lord split ya I'm hearin rumors too That you so gone off that D and 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 bent both ways, ain't no due process For boys that become guls or verse vica Field niggaz 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)
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[Cee-Lo] Yeah Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do) And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hah Oh yesh y'all, Sugah he got that silky Southern drawl Every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all I'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad blood But it is some, it is some Nigga think he gotta, better mind frame then me Nigga really think he got mo' game then me? Gon' make me sick, they gon think you slick But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hah Cause I'll prove your ass wrong bout 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 trill, 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, we WILL make yo' ass fly away
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