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Chinese

[Jin]
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love Redman
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be
Chinese

[Jin]
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love Redman
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be
chinese food

[some guy]Damn you just got robbed for some chinese food?
[jin]Yea..
[some guy]By 2 midgets?
[jin]Yes...
[some guy]I guess they where
yeah, yeah, yeah
I love the local girls
Lo, lo, local, lo, lo, local, lo, lo, local girls

I said, "Madam, if you have nowhere to go
Can I interest
bilingual lingo
Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos
Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it
Serve it up right so that you want to kick it
Spliff
in love (ba ba ba)
Be on the stars and the moon and the sky
Just fall in love (ba ba ba)

Let's go slow
We got all the time we could ever need
We
more

It took me by surprise, I must say
When I found out yesterday

Oh oh I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh
will you ba-athe wi-ith me
Will you still lo-ove me, when I'm down and out
In my time of trial will you sta-and by-why me

Would you go a-away
more

It took me by surprise, I must say
When I found out yesterday

Oh oh I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh
more

It took me by surprise, I must say
When I found out yesterday

Oh oh I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh
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You don't use our music to get high
Then use our music to get by
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Break!!
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
Ohh,
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
the times goes by-why-why
You'll always be my number one

Things were so simple the-en, we were so innocent
I know we can't go ba-ack
But I'm thankful
know
Let 'em know. Here we go, dígale a la gente, primo
Gotta let you know for real. Son drop that

[Verse I]
Siempre me encuentro con la mujer
corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathens, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all beneath him
If y'all
like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she
Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
Down South Players (Go by alias names)
Down South Players (Gettin' payed in
bitches
They choose to squish and let em squeal
Go ahead and trust em
You'll have no money screamin' Biatch!
To tha billi ba-bang
The reflections