Lyrics:
way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas
Showbiz-ness
Whatever, take it the way it should be taken
Faking backs breaking, but makes no mistake
[Chorus]
[Cee-Low]
Round up, round up, round up,
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
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
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
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
It's Ok It's Ok It's Ok You got the player so froze
You doin' it the wrong way
You doin' it the wrong way
If you don't know me by now eh
If you don't
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
We look good together but I'm better on my own (own)
Baby why you shy? We ain't kids bitch we grown (Fuck)
You could check up on me but that's it
it's vevo
Nigga stop the flexing she a b hoe
All my money green nigga cee lo
Yeah I gotta bitch singing like she cee lo
I can't fuck with her she
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
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three card molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty,
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
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
close
Cuz' we shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
The flow is a heel, the beat is a steel toe
Give 'em what they feel to put
They hands up real slow
Out in the streets this be
The roll ass Cee-Lo
Knew he
where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street
Too
the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out
through a whole army
The cee-lo rollers, money folders, sippin' Bolla, holdin' mad payola
Slangin' that coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
On the neck, on the neck on the neck, yeah
Listen
Noah's ark in this thang
Pour it dark, I'm insane two by two nigga
Louis Clark, I mean Lane
Moses part with
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