Lyrics:
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
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
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
Niggas (mmm) green like CeeLo
These niggas do anything for some C-Notes (mmm-hmm-mmm)
I worked hard, hit Mercedes, buy some free cars (Hmm-mmm)
I know
CeeLo I think you're crazy about the ego
But when the sheet close
Might get distracted by three hoes
Biko just let me stack couple Pringles
A bag
it's up to you
It's never up to me though
She tighter than a Speedo
Got a feeling that I'm being used
So, fuck you just like Cee Lo
It's never up to me,
go wrong
By these standards, I can't even put a Kangol on
My ego's big, I'm crazy, I could do Cee Lo's gigs
Kush homeboy, zero mids
Who gives
the Lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
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
to the shift
I should be able to say what I want
What the fuck I plead the fifth
(Now Kim, Kim)
Fuck that Cee-lo
I got to save the world
The first female
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
through a whole army
The cee-lo rollers, money folders, sippin' Bolla, holdin' mad payola
Slangin' that coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake
maneuver with the Ruger
Look, I gotta win
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo
You ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's Operation "Get
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three card molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty,
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck
close
Cuz' we shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
Shout out my amigo, Pacino
He brung in the bricks by the kilos
I feel like Joran, dumped from the free throw
All about my green, feel like CeeLo
I'm
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all
just
I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin
Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose
Gnarls Barkley and the
Future-Love "SexyBack" album
And bro…Justin I ain’t tryna
Put
Like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the
Streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how
Many
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
All I really know about is
Ben Frank
That All I Really Know
All I Really Know About Is Ben Frank
Raw Stank
I Shoot Dice
I Smoke Dank
I Cee-Lo
In My
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