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!" 

"Here comes, the DJ" [Repeat: x3]

"Here comes, Mister Cee!" 

"You-you-you, you-you, why-you-you 
You-you-you, you-you, you just got ta" "Jump jump
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
even stop
It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down with that nigga pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L, and Bert P
And my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down with me
We
round
I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a fuckin pound

Yeah you nigga know what the name of the game is
I'm in yo' anus, cee-lo you know
[Cee-Lo]
Come on
Chop chop
Mmm hmm
Yeah man
I'm just gonna play with why'all on this
Hidey ho

Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good
One two, one two y'all
One two, check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man, Cee-Lo
Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon
Can't forget New
a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection
While you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when
go wrong
By these standards, I can't even put a Kangol on
My ego's big, I'm crazy, I could do Cee Lo's gigs
Kush homeboy, zero mids
Who gives
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.

(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
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
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray

[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up
and C's
That's Bloods and Crips
Can't forget GD's
Pause the track for a second
I just wanna say thank you
All this money I made
I don't wanna be
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray

[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up
that it is some ol' real niggaz
 Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
 Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
 or work a nine to five, just tryin
Lemme kick ya
Like a Twilight fan Imma bite ya
Turn around lemme cee-lo forget ya

Listen up, turn it up
Listen up, turn it up

No player boy can win my
Glaciers
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
Only 144,000 goin' get home 
Only 144,000 goin' get home 
Only 144,000 goin' get it baby 

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
I've lived and I've learned 
I have
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
And if you find right you're in luck
That and the Ides got you amped as fuck
Now for the journey or quest
And creepin for some sex but don't forget
scream, kids fiend
From the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in
cee-lo, three card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from
cee-lo, three card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from