Goodie Bag Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap 

P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son 

A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some 

Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot 

Twain O.C. the cut layin' 

A stew of empty gas in my tank 

A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show 

Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear 

It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet 

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Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake 

Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie 

Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' 

You leavin' the hotel 254 

Today was good to me 

I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill 

Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man 

Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose 

Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water 

Half these figures around me be hollering New 

Now what the fuck has this politician did for you 

Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change 

Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out 

I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks 

That they found in they house beat up 

And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on 

'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone 

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See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 

And not have to make bond from 254 

Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 

I can't see where tha fuck I'm going 

I can't do shit but get mad 

I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag 

Without your shank you can't thank 

Without your niggas you up the creek 

Stank with a ass fool of ore 

Takin' what I say for what it's worth 

It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered 

From thoughts I had in the past 

Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard 

If all I'ma get is spit on 

'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit 

But some of these folks is gettin' rich 

I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through 

The same drama that got me here in this state of mind 

Red-hot in the summer time 

First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall 

But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all 

I guess you niggas don't know or can't see 

That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly 

But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal 

I will split yo' ass up for real 

'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's 

So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax 

Are being made by Organo-i-z-e 

Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid 

For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do 

To come through your speaker 

Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker 

Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today 

Because I'm more than careful about what I say 

When I pick up a microphone it's on 

Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone 

Prone to snap if you offer me a chance 

Like it when them chunky hoes can dance 

I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip 

I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp 

Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief? 

It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth 

I smile because your eyes can't take the glare 

But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair 

And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place 

And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste 

Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste 

And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace 

How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you 

And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew 

I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop 

It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop 

And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken 

You know he down wit' me 

We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay 

I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day 

Ooh, shit 

Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed 

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 

'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed