Lyrics Goodie Bag.lrc Goodie Mob
[id: pshjsubf]
[ar: Goodie Mob]
[al: Soul Food]
[ti: Goodie Bag]
[length: 04:27]
[00:00.72]Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
[00:03.33]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[00:06.13]Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
[00:08.29]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[00:11.25]Cuz’ you know me givin’ me left hand dap
[00:14.79]P funk be ridin’ shot gun escort your window broke out son
[00:16.85]A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin’ slap some
[00:18.29]Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot
[00:22.07]Twain O.C. the cut layin’
[00:26.88]A stew of empty gas in my tank
[00:29.18]A buck thirty lookin’ ugly think but it ain’t gonna stop no show
[00:32.30]Ol’ burd puttin’ a buzz in you ear
[00:34.73]It’s gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet
[00:37.17]Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake
[00:40.16]Lookin’ like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
[00:43.16]Niggaz ain’t gonna be able to just get by no mo’
[00:46.01]You leavin’ the hotel 254
[00:48.34]Today was good to me
[00:49.52]I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill
[00:51.07]Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man
[00:54.01]Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose
[00:57.55]Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water
[00:59.98]Half these figures around me be hollering New
[01:01.53]Now what the fuck has this politician did for you
[01:04.49]Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain’t gon’ change
[01:04.55]Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out
[01:09.56]I heard Bill put two G’s up for some folks
[01:12.71]That they found in they house beat up
[01:15.18]And I don’t discuss that color scheme that they fall on
[01:17.77]’Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don’t match wit my tone
[01:20.59]See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995
[01:21.91]And not have to make bond from 254
[01:25.90]Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166
[01:28.72]I can’t see where tha fuck I’m going
[01:31.89]I can’t do shit but get mad
[01:34.56]I can’t keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin’ Goodie Bag
[01:36.42]Without your shank you can’t thank
[01:39.43]Without your niggas you up the creek
[01:41.15]Stank with a ass fool of ore
[01:44.10]Takin’ what I say for what it’s worth
[01:50.71]It don’t matter ‘cuz how I feel might be triggered
[01:51.34]From thoughts I had in the past
[01:52.00]Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard
[01:52.64]If all I’ma get is spit on
[02:05.22]’Cause life at the bottom ain’t hittin’ on shit
[02:05.57]But some of these folks is gettin’ rich
[02:05.81]I know about mines, unwind, can’t take at times going through
[02:06.13]The same drama that got me here in this state of mind
[02:06.42]Red-hot in the summer time
[02:06.93]First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall
[02:07.71]But we can still brawl nigga, I ain’t scared at all
[02:09.64]I guess you niggas don’t know or can’t see
[02:11.88]That it ain’t even wise steppin’ to me incorrectly
[02:13.90]But yet still when nigga’s feel they can deal
[02:14.38]I will split yo’ ass up for real
[02:14.58]’Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac’s
[02:14.75]So I don’t carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax
[02:14.94]Are being made by Organo-i-z-e
[02:15.09]Why we coolin’ in the shade ain’t gettin’ paid
[02:15.24]For chillin’, illin’ willin’ to do what I got to do
[02:15.42]To come through your speaker
[02:15.69]Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker
[02:15.85]Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
[02:16.02]Because I’m more than careful about what I say
[02:16.22]When I pick up a microphone it’s on
[02:16.44]Them better leave me alone, I’m in my zone
[02:16.58]Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
[02:16.74]Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
[02:16.98]I’ll enhance the microphone when it’s in my grip, I do not slip
[02:17.14]I can’t forget my nigga’s Jo, T-Mo and Gipp
[02:17.35]Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief?
[02:17.59]It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
[02:17.79]I smile because your eyes can’t take the glare
[02:17.96]But Cee-Lo, him don’t care, I cut off all my hair
[02:18.15]And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
[02:19.12]And I can get on the mic wit’ no time to waste
[02:19.33]Get right up in yo’ face, kick the flavor you taste
[02:19.56]And when I’m on the microphone it’s a damn disgrace
[02:19.85]How you don’t comprehend what I’m saying to you
[02:21.55]And I’m the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew
[02:21.60]I’m coming through, I’m comin’ true, ooh I can’t even stop
[02:21.86]It’s Cee-Lo B, I’m down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop
[02:22.00]And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken
[02:22.29]You know he down wit’ me
[02:22.47]We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay
[02:22.68]I’m diggin’ all in the Goodie Bag each ‘n ever day
[02:22.87]Ooh, shit
[02:23.02]Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed
[02:23.22]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:23.47]Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed
[02:23.66]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:23.85]Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed
[02:24.16]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:24.31]Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed
[02:24.56]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:24.78]Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
[02:24.96]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:25.15]Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
[02:25.43]’Cause in da swat’s red hots don’t drip or bleed
[02:25.54]Year of Release: 1990