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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
out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is
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
we come with intellect
If you come with disrespect you get a rope around your neck
Some people don't expect me, to be so violent
But me NAH violent,
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
but heard no noise, no noise

Only the sound of my back breaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me

I don't hold the weight of the world
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
me along with my greens up like pot nickel

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
me along with my greens up like pot nickel

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
calibers of chrome
I'm, coming forth to carry you home

[Chorus]

[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh oh hoe,
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
to be happy with being me 

[Cee-Lo]
Let me voice my concern 
So many of my fellow brothers have given themselves a title 
That their actions didn't
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
nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
You don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heater
I'll
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
flaps come stock

People Kid Rock it up and down the block
And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock
You want to rock with me baby, row it down
on a cone

7-Up went and gave, my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell them I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your
whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
N**** I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my
whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
N**** I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all
spades, Cee-lo, craps
We shooting pool at the Luda-plex, I slap a hundred on the table
Just to see if any fools want to do it next
I got games galore, I
n'em told me (yes she did) 
I say to have a choice to be who you wants to be 
Is left uppa to me, and my momma nem told me 

[Cee-Lo] 
No, nooo,
on your nose and your brain remain froze
So when you see me traveling on a spiritual high
I'm flying high with Cee-Lo
Or maybe watching my long's heart
Lord have mercy on the SWAT's



[Chorus - Joi & Cee-Lo]

Lord have mercy, on me

This is just how it's gone be

Niggas dying daily on them
have mercy on the SWAT's

[Chorus - Joi & Cee-Lo]
Lord have mercy, on me
This is just how it's gone be
Niggas dying daily on them same corner that