Lyrics:
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
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
"Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs" ->
out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean one at the end of the song?
[Pain:]
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
to know one
I shine like the sun
In pitch black night
In a crowd playing cee lo
I'm so all alone
So they tell me
That Life is bliss
And Life what you make
dollar bill, got that London Fog out the back paid the man
Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be under
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
what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my
3: Cee-Rock ""The Fury"")
Center of attention like Whoopi, Hollywood Squares
When I hit the big screen, all the dollies would stare
I ain't shook by
oh oh
In my little black book
There's someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
You're
oh oh
In my little black book
There's someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
You're
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
on your nose and your brain remain froze
So when you see me traveling on a spiritual high
I'm flying high with Cee-Lo
Or maybe watching my long's heart
We click
We click like your camera
So put me in your
Black book
Black book
Black book
Black book
Black book
Black book
Black book
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
This
don’t mind me
Everything I do is for you and I’m loving you forever don’t you see
[Verse 3: Cee]
And don't ya see that?
I'm motivated by love, I've given
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 Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
[Cee-Lo]
Yeah
Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
ballin' like
Just stackin' this green like Cee-Lo
And we bout to blow like C4
I'ma keep this shit short, DeVito
Don't mean to be frank, casino
She just
traveling on a spiritual high
I'm flying high with Cee-Lo
Or maybe watching my long's heart dancing to a De La flow
Everybody knows there's no fruit
that was the old me
Now I'll gladly walk by and won't take a second look
Cause now you're just a name in my little black book
In my little black book
I
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