Lyrics:
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
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
All I really know about is
Ben Frank
That All I Really Know
All I Really Know About Is Ben Frank
Raw Stank
I Shoot Dice
I Smoke Dank
I Cee-Lo
In My
Cee, go ahead, cut it up
My man Big Daddy Kane gonna see about my man Mr. Welfare alright?
Places to go, people to see, things to do
and you know what
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
cee lo
I'm so all alone
I walk my hood at night
Spiritual warzone
Lowlife in the scum
Takes one to know one
I shine like the sun
In pitch black night
The drugs I'm taking gettin' harder and harder
Got my mind numbin'
Ain't not time to dwell fans askin'
When Cee Huncho droppin?
If I wanted I could get you
She looked at my diamonds
A light glew up on her face I swear she was fascinated
Jamming to Cee
The school took over
Was sick
It felt like
Won’t ever catch me slipping
They say Wavy Cee
You should stop trying
Well if I say I’d stop trying
Then I would be lying
I do this for the people
Who
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
[Chorus: Cee-Lo, Royce the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be. Wooow
It's Politics. Ha my
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
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
to lend
I'm standin still, talkin 'bout I'm grill
Cee-Lo Seville and steel real
Only millimeters away from my meal
Mighty knife, just enough not
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
south-er-ern
Something like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not
paraded
By you no good do-gooders with your shit shows
I fix your starvation for content
With my discontent, with my wrist all bent
Just to hear contempt
like some kind of
Adventure, some kind of weird joy
Too i guess that experience took
Me someplace in my head
I hadn’t been before to some
Frontier,
A friend indeed feeling like Cee Lo Green
Middle finger in the sky
Meditate and let it ride
Rock-a-bye beddy-bye a friend indeed
More than jimming
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
on bottles with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang
[Cee-Lo]
Listen here
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
Cool
Been out here tryna reach the impossible
Got a lot on my plate like Cee Lo
Sweet one in cargos, Kim Possible
But I'm stuck on my green like
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