Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
should come on a cone
7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell 'em I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just
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
Damn, oh, Lawd, Cee-Lo, why you do it like that?
You ain't have to bustin' all like that, man
Makin' these 'lil rappers feel like they can't rap
Damn, I
nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you
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 of weight
Fuck
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
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