Lyrics:
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
cee-lo
You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low
I'm whippin thru the town like we boilin up a kilo
Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip
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
half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo
the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out
a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, Cee-lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a bitch,
where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street
Too
your humanity sometimes
And Faded when you have to leave at time
Stressed by your humanity sometimes
Modificaste el climax
Elevado cuando te lo hacia
Sai dov'è lo Swag
Giro in strada welcome to my endz
Solo con Vlone riesci a dire friends
Giro con Nat, Uan e Joe, beat by Sabian, tutti da Decks
Chiamo
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
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
I Can do bad
By myself
I ain't ask you for help
Granny say that I need rest
She concerned
About my health
Ima fein for Chanel
Fell in love wit YSL
In
on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
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
everybody else is out tonight (out tonight)
Guess I'm hangin' by myself, but I don't mind (I don't mind)
It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely weekend, yeah
how i feel really
Funky like Cee lo or when we chillo or grab each other
You were calling me you soul brother
Whatever you want girl
Whatever you need
[Cee-Lo]
Yeah
Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
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,
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
the peephole
They say he crazy
I say "fuck you" like Cee Lo
Fuck the hype, this for the people
Play outside o lee un libro
Usually he peaceful
On the mic, he's
Uptown but you better make a run for it
Tell the truth
You’re better off going to school for it
Me and Cee-Lo gon’ act like a fool for it
Some people just
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