Lyrics:
in Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris and Goodie Mob, uh
We do it country 'cause we proud of this shit
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
I
Lil Bitch that go by goodie she could never be that cold
I got this cold shit in my veins so how the fuck they didn’t know
Catch me all around
stephanie
Then he realize what a epiphany
Now he start acting hella phony
As him leave her she gonna phone me
Playing her heart like its sony
Cause a mob just
mode
I just play the game nigga no cheat code
Charge for the pitch nigga no free throw
I get sky high CeeLo
Goodie Mob no Rico
Eat'n big plates all my
building on
Please, save me from, please, save me
From the mobs
Better help, wooden buttons next to doorways
Keep your wooden buttons next to doors
Sword,
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
drum
Hoe don't act stupid bad bitch and I play that Cupid
Bad bitch play that flute (flute)
Said he try us who (who)
Said I'm fly as who
He gone hide we
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
pockets and hard heads
South white box chevy gold grills and dreads
Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail
Goodie Mob, Illuminati?
What
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
them problems stay yo lane you is old news
I be ridin' around with the mob
He keep on talking down he goin get popped
Ride around all by myself up in
(Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (what?), no cigar (what?)
They close as fuck (yeah), but no cigar
Three hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but Mob
played it by the books
Got this head up on these shoulders
Why you staring at my
Ugh
Goodie goodie
Say you better come again
I'ma keeper, love me deeper
lunch
Mob shit
Don't you even try to play with the gang
Mob shit
Pussy boy yeah we'll get you hanged
Mob shit
Yeah we took your bitch cuz you is lame
Mob
building on
Please, save me from, please, save me
From the mobs
Better help, wooden buttons next to doorways
Keep your wooden buttons next to doors
Sword,
Maybe see another Saturday
All the while where we know where to go
Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll
Bumpin' Goodie Mob as some food for
leave her she gonna phone me
Playing her heart like its sony
Cause a mob just want the money
El Paso district met a baddee
Bartender goes by genivee
So
OutKast
This that Goodie Mob
This that Field Mob
Still a get you robbed
One time for the city
I think we broke the knob (Turn up)
If you got a problem
We
Who can I count on, baby, it's you
Louder than words, baby, isn't that true
Play with these words, playin' me like a flute
When I think about stars
side bumping we ain't never scared
Home of the goodie mob t.i p. cnd outkast screaming we ready like pastor Troy and get on your ass.
I don't play no
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
We don't play
We don't play
By the rules
By the rules
No no no we
Produced by Hundo
I stay posted with two sticks, I ain't even from nigga block
I bit the corner with this minivan, I didn't need a chop
Nigga asked
know a days in broad
Day judas they do judas things
Up to know good is that call judiciary
Judas work for the good
Folk so your judas clean
Judas paid by
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