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Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war 
Those who were sold out by a corporate board 

Listen to the flute play 
Listen to the flute play
some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta
of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For
of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For
of your harp, your piano or lute, 
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.

Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in; 
He married a Papist named
of your harp, your piano or lute,
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.

Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
He married a Papist named
Listen as he executes the funky flute 
He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it 
While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums 
How do you
with us 
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up 
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like 
Jackie Chan 
Hittin
the door

	{*Goodie Mob sample*
	"So how you feel?  Frustrated, irritated.."} (4X)

[The Grouch]
I move quietly, misunderstood often
All I want's a good toss
with us 
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up 
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like 
Jackie Chan 
Hittin
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'

(Battle zone, Goodie
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'

(Battle zone, Goodie
freeAnd I don't wanna break your heart
.
I don't wanna break your heart
.
When early one morning I came to the place
Where he used to play his flute.
He was
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck
chances of losing is slim. 
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him. 
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid. 
We
[Chorus: x2 Goodie Mob]
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Faking ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your 
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me
Listen as he executes the funky flute 
He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it 
While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums 
How do you
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
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
Old hollow eyes
Got no ties
Walking by the light of the moon

Hey shiny boots
With strings and flutes
Rising like a crazy balloon

Close your
thought
They they would get caught, let alone by a black man
Take and rape, shape your brain and claim
That what's ours is his, so you fear the white race
My friend Jamie Pan
Peter Pan of the park
With flute he pipes his way
On tree branches he plays
Until it's dark
Jamie Pan

When he gets
on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your 
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me

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