Lyrics:
she know, kilos I throw at least 3
Like cee-lo every time
The bigger they are the harder they fall
Conspiracy theory or life behind bars
When faced
isn't new though
My soul has been fed since T-Mo and Khujo
And Big Gipp and Cee-Lo
Look there's more to the music than machismo
Learning about the legends
That's not what winners do, no
You already know how T go
We the only winners that we know
Feeling real honorable, C Note
Covered in green like Cee-Lo
Guantonimo, maybe, I don't know
In your soul like Cee-Lo in Montego
We're Sia so sianara, we're siamese
I'm a Gemini, you Capricorn so best believe
I've been in
of yo, won't get it far below
You try to stop my show or roll three like Cee Lo
Try to slow toe to toe or knock your meat out your gyro
Niggas
Dirtys
God
Alter egos possessed by d evils
Promoting world peace super bowl with Cee-lo
Whitney died, or maybe it was murder
Cast out Roman out of Nicki
paths on a search to be free
Suspicion felt corruption had a piece of Gotee
Success had me stressed like the G-Mo-be
Cee-Lo's verse on "Thought Process"
hard
We can't go wrong, but we so flawed
Cee-lo, dawg, four-five-six
Stick-up boys, gimme all y'all shit
Run that corner like an all-out blitz
Mama gotta
hold the laughter
I'll have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hair trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life
Hit the Cee-Lo every
rollin cee-lo with steel dice
My black book make, more people petrol than Heidi Floess
I'm nice on mic jacks, and murder to a dub deck
The Knotty
on reefer
Handle more wood than Bob Vila
Your all-seeing scope
Your dope correcting your lingo
I ain't no hero rolling my
Dice hoping for cee-lo to feed my
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
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
will not let me off till I go with them
Respond to them (Man you've got to be crazy)
And discorrupt them
And charge them full with the
Charge of the Soul
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
down, down
All the way down
Right
Yeah, I'm off and distorted
Off the course of what's goin' on in the world
This motherfuckin' mic checkin' LO
Tryin'
in the Dominican Republic breeze?
Losito on the Mojitos
I'm soul food, spice was so frito
Being a star player, it is no treat though
But I shine, I
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
negroes!)
Whoooooo
No soul food for you (Lo-Lo’s too shut em out)
No hair do for you (Take them Beats By Dre headphones off too)
No business for you (Roll up
the Great
Formerly known as Kid Cassius
The soul of a dead slave
Killed in six slashes
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for
locked up like 2 Chainz
Bro on the works, still serving the shhh
Food china white, wasn't lo mein
Hadda jazz it up, thought of Coltrane
Seen a fiend dance
than the Double Trees
Who was in the Domincan Republic breeze?
Losito
On the Mojitos
I'm soul food, spice was so frito
Being a star player, it is no
So, detach don't get stuck taking out the trash
World's passing by that pleasure isn't gonna last
And Benjamins' will pass
So tell me what is cash, if
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word
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