Lyrics:
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo]
I am
no uh uh
I don't wanna play by your filthy rules uh uh
Hell no all about my business uh I don't play no
Gamble with your life but me I don't cee-lo huh
to know one
I shine like the sun
In pitch black night
In a crowd playing cee lo
I'm so all alone
So they tell me
That Life is bliss
And Life what you make
in, I put the chamber under yo' chin
I play to win, stingy, I don't have no air to lend
I'm standin still, talkin 'bout I'm grill
Cee-Lo Seville
to crawl, have mercy Lord
[Chorus]
[Cee-Lo]
I get it in, I put the chamber under yo' chin
I play to win, stingy, I don't have no air
the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out
I be getting cash but you know it aint green though
And you know we up cause' I'm tweaking off a bean ho
And I'm getting blue no green like Cee-lo
feel like I can sell dope
We can play tonk 2 dice or cee-lo
They like you back in yo bag know these niggas mad
Im back in bag and I ain't tryna brag
ballin' like
Just stackin' this green like Cee-Lo
And we bout to blow like C4
I'ma keep this shit short, DeVito
Don't mean to be frank, casino
She just
can party in the streets
(Cee-Lo)
Well, I don't know about you
But we all trying to play dumb
But don't you worry about me
I promise you we gonna
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
on BEPRO, yeah
Young nigga made so much off green might put it in my name like Cee Lo
Break up sex turn make up she looking at my belly button sucking what’s
Chico
Flood the block with the Astro rock like he Nino
Fuck you I'm crazy feeling like I'm Cee-lo
I'll smoke my dog trynna cross me like Rico
Homie got
way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas
you tell? That she wants my niño
New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)
Pardon
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds
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