Lyrics:
Colombians (Uh)
'Cause eighty grams was missin'
Listen, had to change my position
From wantin' to be large to
Head niggas in charge
My garage, call it Cee-Lo
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
way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas
finna take you to the top, so, don't look down
On Cloud 9 flyin' by ya, you should know by now
It's Notion & Cee, & M-A-D
We always bring it from heart
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
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying
Decisions, Decisions to make
Decisions, Decisions to make
Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
calibers of chrome
I'm, coming forth to carry you home
[Chorus]
[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh oh hoe,
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo
dice, fuckin' three hoes, no cee-lo (ugh, ugh, ugh)
Drop top (where you at?), Abu Dhabi (iced out)
AP, woah, ke-mo sah-bee (woah)
Head game fire, she
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
One two, one two y'all
One two, check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man, Cee-Lo
Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon
Can't forget New
[Cee-Lo]
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
Dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
Because some
We all hold this truth to be self-evident
That all men are created equal, hmm hmm yeah
Bring your sick, bring your needy
In the early evening by
got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in
got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in
a CeeLo fan would've shot the shit out Debo ass
But anyway I need more grass wax oil and some hash throw my bro a wad of cash
Then split the sea without
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard
On a corner in Brooklyn playin' Cee Lo
Call me NY Game gucci Chuck Taylors
Black diamonds in my chain
G-G-G-Unit,
this thing legal
She gave me head crack and I ain't talkin bout cee-lo
I hit her same day man that's word on ma people
[Chorus]
Shortie wanna ride
Doing all that time
Free King Jeo
Shooting Cee-lo and
Reading books with Rio
Sharpen my mental just
To count by the kilo
Damn, Running out of ink
You know
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