Lyrics:
I'm in creep mode
Listening to Cee-Lo Green
Riding solo, clean I be solo
I'm in creep mode
Listening to Cee-Lo Green
Riding solo, clean I be solo
I'm
[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
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
this thing legal
She gave me head crack and I ain't talkin bout cee-lo
I hit her same day man that's word on ma people
[Chorus]
Shortie wanna ride
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
All I really know about is
Ben Frank
That All I Really Know
All I Really Know About Is Ben Frank
Raw Stank
I Shoot Dice
I Smoke Dank
I Cee-Lo
In My
on bottles with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang
[Cee-Lo]
Listen here
finito
But still go crazy under new names like I’m Cee-Lo
LL, f**k that, triple that
Ladies Love Les, labels too
I’m a triple threat
Laid back, chip on my
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
wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes
Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums
[Chorus]
We boys! x3
We like here, yeah
[Molecules]
If
four
Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the projects
Seen my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
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
Like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the
Streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how
Many
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
them "ZKs"
Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"
We say "cash, Ps, racks, Gs", we don't really call them "bands"
In L.A, it's Escalades, in the ends, it's
who dare to oppose, were sent back
Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
These silverback niggaz eat their oatmeal raw
Cee Allah sawed
to blow, like two hoes off the henny
Playing cee-lo, nothing but panties on under their peacoats
Trained to go
Speaking of trains I need that express five
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
the president call
You built a foundation, you never could fall (for real), yeah
Feel like Big Gipp, Rico (GIP, whoa)
Andre, Big Boi, Sleepy, Cee-Lo (ay, hey,
Colombians (Uh)
'Cause eighty grams was missin'
Listen, had to change my position
From wantin' to be large to
Head niggas in charge
My garage, call it Cee-Lo
the Lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
just
I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin
Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose
Gnarls Barkley and the
Future-Love "SexyBack" album
And bro…Justin I ain’t tryna
Put
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