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goodie mob f sleepy brown - all a's lyrics

chorus: goodie mob (repeat 2x)

i got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
fakin ain’t these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
p-ssin by these haters like we got all a’s

[backbone]
say say say say crack, what’s the word on the street?
nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
i’m gettin dirty looks from n-gg-z, on the next street over
they was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
i’m in my seventy-nine, flyin
mobbed out so they can’t see me when i’m ridin
they slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
but at the same time i know these muh’f-ckers wanna mug me
okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
but i’ll do years, if i bust these n-gg-z
keep point four-five calibers of chrome
i’m, comin forth to carry you home

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[cee-lo]
yo, well you d-mn right, dig it they call me sugar delight
uh-ohh hoe, willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
and oh my dual exhaust, will make your sh-t get lost
there’s somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
these are actual facts, i ain’t been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this, i’ll burn a n-gg- -ss up to a crisp
ridin with these two glocks, we gon’ bounce on off, on the new shocks
my n-gg- don’t hate me, cause i ain’t hated, but we related
no one includin me, should be understimated
but don’t you dare ride through the swats without, at least 30 shots
cause i’m tellin ya, these southern boys gon’ get all they got

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[khujo]
pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
off the block before your carc-ss drop
can’t share nothin with the n-gg-roles, stealin socks
out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
ain’t, barrin none hundred round draw
nothin under seventy-five, and i get slick ??
takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom
everytime son, rhymes too pretty’ll get your mascara smeared
when they did, my buddy spanky i bust out in tears
the world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
i still see, punk -ss b-tches.. b-tches..

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[gipp]
get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
y’all from the section where the straight sh-t, straight up off the top
block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
gone up off the purple haze, when you see me call me mr. gipp
shoot em from the hip, everytime i’m in my 84 sedan deville
block me off and watch me peel, big boi grill ridin through the park
on the weekend ain’t no stoppin keep it dippin that’s how we trippin
lookin mean, you too clean behind the gl-ss
watch yo’ -ss, keep yo’ elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, n-gg- what? what?

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[t-mo]
now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin
hoe better know who the true g’s are, i’m the star, brand new car
dope ki lyrical cascade height, swats type, mic soldier
blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when i was older
i wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
stomach full, posse thick, n-gg-z wish, at a young age
goodie mo.b., doin they thang, i, pray, for, change
and my players in this game it’s insane, how this ‘caine
is bringin em pain, young’un doin time dyin by this grind
a-t-l, fine this just how it’s goin down
and the sound, watch your mouth in this motherf-ckin dirty south
n-gg- check it out, dirty swats got spots

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