Lyrics:
missed it
Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast
Southernplayalistic
It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
Now players if you choose it
You
crumble to dust.
We’re humbled to ash and quick as the flash.
You’ve broken the trust.
From under the table kick back enabled.
Nowhere to brush
Us under
Came from the dungeon we something like goodie mob
Fronting your goods boy you good as robbed
Cant back out of smoke all that wolfing dog
Set the play up
me and Ty hit for the peezy
We got back to the house and split it evenly, we live by the code of secrecy
And frequently we got a house full
We leave
right
Thankful for the goodie, now we make it through this life
Don't know if you gon' ride, all my homies by my side
Skip, skip, ridin' through the Ruga
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be , all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
little thing, my little marj
Knows we ain't going on dates in north (Yo)
Arguments going back and forth
Do you love me? Shorty said 'course
(You know)
Had
Maybe I remind her of her past
Maybe I think to far ahead of her simple ass
I treat her Goodie Mob
Baby we OutKast’s
Baby don’t be offended
Im just
a legend
Boy I made some moves
Had to make my bread shake
Facts I move with love
You and I we're not same
Don't cook with hate
I made a plate to goodie mob
a adolescent
The rule of three was my only lesson
Got back 3x of what I invested
Never settled made a empire
While they was applying for colleges
I was abusing
complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep
ice / eyes
It's all Goodie Mob
Sky high
No one can erase love I've felt in this lifetime
We don't talk no more
But i haven't lost hope
So i won't go
cause he do smoke kush
So many fakes so bads and then many truths
The gift chose and it came in twos
Sorry but I’m not in the goodie goodie zones
Real
a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game's
Gurus
A Goodie Mob of Lost Boyz Xzibit Mystikal
Broken Bone, Thugs 'N Harmony it's very critical
Scalped Lox of hair on The Roots of 40 Thievz
Then write
mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she know
Every instrument is a gram, kilo
OFM, Bangin' on your FM
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
Yeah, I feel alive in this place
I will abide and reside by the faith
They write lines that's a sign of they pace then they
Hear our shit and they
to do a mil
But yet and still
My babies haven't missed a meal
God damn, is there a curse on Dungeon Fam?
The Goodie Mob broke up
The DF album didn't jam
the fight
They try protect it from all
Bullets aim us in the in the darkness night
But we are too many for them
The mob grows up on every corner we passed by
Let a young nigga
Gone mob in it
I'm throwing fingers up
While I'm all in it
She through that ass back
So I had to catch it
Bend that ass over
Give a damn what you think
Cause if the legends of the south ain't complaining
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what
complainin
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
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