Lyrics:
my moves like I does it
Tell these niggas that they trippin', no luggage
We could shake out like cee lo in public
North to the South side, I bet
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
Look me right into my eyes
You see I tell no lies
Motivated by the shine
You're motivated when I rhyme
I'm motivated all the time
I'm motivated it's
but I don't mean George
Fake the funk and end up in a morgue
But no, not me, no way, home slice
And when I play cee-lo I use my own dice
On the down
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4
That nigga rolled a 3 but I ain't get my dough
My hammer got a red light
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
on the charts
I was ridin' Suzuki, ayy, now I'm actin' boujee, ayy
Now I'm coolin', foolin', I'm just 'bout my music
No more shootin' cee-lo, poppin' wheelies
Blind blind blind
I'm being so kind
But blind
Is what you are
In front of my kindness
People be playing themselves
By loosing me
But it is
Always
it before you receive it
This is of that which my lord has taught me
Indeed, I have abandoned the religion of a people that do not believe in Allah,
more
Blowing dro in the wind
Like I'm Trick and Cee-Lo
I was walking down the path
By my lonely
4-4 on me
So please don't approach
If you don't
you tell? That she wants my niño
New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)
Pardon
gotti, but cats don't know me
My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney
I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony
I'm married
don't wanna get done, like, nah (come on)
They don't understand, I'm giving them U.K. slang
My brudda, my fam', my akh
You say "The feds just done
Chico
Flood the block with the Astro rock like he Nino
Fuck you I'm crazy feeling like I'm Cee-lo
I'll smoke my dog trynna cross me like Rico
Homie got
Two People In the World
Little Anthony and the Imperials
Written by Richard Barrett and Ernest Wright, Jr.
This did not make the Pop chart
So you want to use the internet? Be nice
You've gotta be kind, to people online
A good friend is what you might find
You've gotta be kind, to people
live in brooklyn
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro
We live in brooklyn
The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark
It's crowded
worry about people in the
Business who you've heard talk
That way some of my heroes
Coming up talk recklessly
Like that it's tempting to give
Those views
skinny dip
The War report on
Better come with your sword on
I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green
You know that short arm
The people caught on (wait)
I
the c.o.
That make me crazy like cee-lo
All in the clouds you niggas below
All in the cloud that's all that we know
That sky Limit sound is for the people
And greats are always missed
Not me tho
Moving with no ego
I could kill a Migo
Then boogie in Atlanta
Too sweep up Future and Cee Lo
That was just some word
bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
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