Lyrics:
You know
Where ever we go
We on the roll like cee-lo
Stack that bread like hero's
Stacks is up like c notes
I got to use this fly
I'm talking flights
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
[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
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 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
: Mr. Cee ]
3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang
It's 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin gang
Pimps with limps, never known as simps
We smoke dank, not
the president call
You built a foundation, you never could fall (for real), yeah
Feel like Big Gipp, Rico (GIP, whoa)
Andre, Big Boi, Sleepy, Cee-Lo (ay, hey,
经历过置之死地而后生的花不凋
谢反而更加 的耀眼 那reputation I made it by myself
时间把我打磨得像把犀利的刮胡刀
所以在我面前没有什么障碍跨不了
出过手的punchline 像曼尼·帕奎奥
没想过如今Hip-hop变得在聚光灯下浮躁
多半披着花布料 都跟着风在瞎胡闹
things
Let us vibe
Kashe faaji
Showo ni
call me Pablo
Ur baby boo
Iphone 7 lon lo
Make we party
Make we kutu pawu
Everybody won to Ra motor
I dey hustle
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
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
met before
She was chillin with her girls by the shore
but I peep'd someone from afar
I replied back, and asked who that is?
She said it was her
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
[Verse 1: Cee]
I look around and I'm seeing nary a human near me
The only rapper that I fear is in the mirror, beaming
I'm on an odyssey to bring
go!)
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!"
Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new Nino
Have Italian
socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try something live or die by these numbers
I
it real
Peep what's happening down the block yo, who is down there taking mine?
Cee-Lo knows about his bizness, so he runs it down one time
He get
you gotta go through
Me, to get to Rick Cee and I'm deadly
I'm so unstoppable it's unbelievable
Pull out a record and we'll achieve a new
Height,
and gentleman, I would like to introduce to
you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go
[Royce and Cee-Lo]
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea
(All my niggaz
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
I was swellin
Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate,
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
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