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Solid Gold Soul [Solid Gold] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold Collection: Solid Gold Soul (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Solid Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold Collection: Solid Gold Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 20 Solid Gold Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Solid Gold: A Treasure Trove of Masterpieces, Vol. 1 (Suraj) · Solid Gold (Los Hermanos Flores) · All the Good Sh**: 14 Solid Gold Hits 2000-2008 (Sum 41) · Rock Anthems: Solid Gold Collection (Janis Joplin) · Solid Gold Rock & Roll (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


came through y'all was all mellow, mo
We motivated a mosh pit like heavy metal
Rock crowds from punk rock to soul
And bring funk to monks and aunts
Listen, I wouldn't give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich
You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one, nigga
I keep shit tight 'cause I'm a solid
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back

I pour
though
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo
Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my dough
He should meditate up on being up to blocked 
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
the past
        Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast

        MEGABLAST!

        I got a homeboy who is out on the block
        He sells mo
came the cars
Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin' by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back

I pour
and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall
use it
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right
Memories on the corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some
Memories on the corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some
we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and turn it into candy.
Mo
Memories on the corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe, 
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
niggaz gon' pay us 

I thought I told you  have my mo ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?) 
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
G lo 
Lay-low pro, get a Benz, too dope 
??????, gold Tank, crush diamonds, and mo mo's 
N**** runnin' from the po po's, hidin' from a lo lo'
had big dreams
(Always had big dreams)
want to be a superstar
Said that I was touched by God
Now I can tell the world all about

My life, my heart
I'm mad as fuck, I can't come back after o.z. 

The nigga that hit was intended to get 

Was gettin told on (told on) by my homie on the mo phone
featuring Mos Def Mr. Man 
Kweli: 
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar 
Then escape to Havana with a ? do what I gotta
Mamma Mia and Monica (Oh, yeah)
The game is twisted (oh)
Won't you tell them 'bout it, Mo?!

Let me tell you about these niggas I don't like (I
pussy sponsored by the barber and a bar of soap
I'm stealing cars with illogical
But on the bright side, they taught us how to drive 'em doe
We used
things that she's packin
Hey yo baby, apologize, but now I realize, hm, I knew exactly how she felt
That's why I'm sittin at the crib by my goddamn self
the finish of the people but 
it ain't gone finish me 
you got them mo hitter quitters 
throwin with the main strain 
your next hitter quitter 
souding like

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