Lyrics:
what you really mean, I atone
For all the women I abused as a youngster
People got four fifths out this dumpster
[Cee-Lo]
Compositions should be able
Hook: Cee
Hey Mr. Politician, put the weapon down
‘Coz if you pull it, ain’t nobody left to bail ‘em out
Remember who it is you workin’ for now
You
[Hook: Cee]
Just another day but it's not to us
We gotta keep the options up
Opportunities to rock ya, what
Man my team, we only bet on sure things
[Chorus]
[Verse 9: Quota]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate
Green like CeeLo not money but experience
Just a joker I can't take myself so serious
Pyramids of Giza built by aliens
Thoughts of the cosmos still so
but I don't mean George
Fake the funk and end up in a morgue
But no, not me, no way, home slice
And when I play cee-lo I use my own dice
On the down
hundred out six, ayy, but can't no nigga fade us (what up?)
Shootin' cee-lo, 100K on bets, 200K your best
Booked for shows, three or four months straight,
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo
Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black
Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's
back with hands free nodding out cops don't even know I exist eyes Cee-lo Green flame the pot 4 5 6 raking up cream get the money that was my paradigm
Pussy so wrinkly, your boy still had to peep, though
Titties out, motor them like sea boat
Yes, counting up all my green like I CeeLo
Poo poo pee pee in
my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)
Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)
Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)
Oh my God, oh
a kickstand (uh-huh)
Fucking that bitch man (ooh)
He was a big fan (ah-ha)
Shake it, don't break it
He pulling my hair and I take it
Brought her
low
Each bar a hard kilo
Heavy trip, but the come down off the green crazy like Cee-Lo
I swear, all I want is happiness
But when it comes to soul ties
wave
I can't settle with no motion
In my hood its like a dirty lake
I survived when I had dove in
When my cousin CeeLo died, I ain't take a break it
Your only gangster in your meatloaf
Streets see you as meatloaf
I know a couple real ones that would eat you like a Cheeto
No me I’m on my Cee lo, my
make crews flip
State that I'm the illest, this is qu shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin' over like the repo'
Bitches that roll, cee-lo that'll
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
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues
a collision
I don't care if I'm givin' the lo'
Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition
(Hahaha)(uh)
(Okay)
(That boy, man, West London is in here, man
head break yo neck
Break yo neck na na na na na nod your head
Break break break break break break yo neck
Lo Key holdin' that shit down
For
the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
and overrated
Another day, another dollar, another hoe complainin'
I don't distribute except the deals, the trap closed for maintenance
It ain't no tellin' what I
the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
length
Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance
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