Lyrics:
And I know it all seems worthless
A rapper nonetheless, but nothing more unless we're working
Yeah I know I don't deserve it
Cee-Lo bumping, got me
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds
To get him all riled up, he's mesmerized
By your little looks, they're just so by the book
He wants to be your accomplice in the crime tonight
His touch
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
they seem
'cause I don't want to be
Just another name in your little black book
Just another face in the crowd whose got me shook
I gotta mean
I was swellin
Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate,
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
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' cee-lo
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
purple drink
If I fall off again mayne, I'm runnin in the bank
You know I stay about that jacking, killing, robbing, and thugging
Whip ya head like cee-lo
Cee-Lo
I ain't got no cape, Lil' ho, I can't be your hero
And mane these bitches gettin' on my nerve, I be ready to smack a hoe like Deebo
I'm gettin'
One peaceful afternoon
I picked up from my mailbox
The strangest looking letter I'd ever seen
A chilling little envelope
Bordered with flying
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
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
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
Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by
It's more than just fuckin believin' it
I'm holdin' them ones, rollin' up my sleeves an' shit
It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one
the Book of Life
And no one knows you
You're shunned
Don't pretend to be one of My relations, ever
You are shunned
Call yourself Roderick Black
I think that
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
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
friends so he could make that work
Two years go by little black boy not a fool now
Him and his friends run the drug game they in high school now
They was
Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole
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