Goodie Bag Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Goodie Bag Lyrics

    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
    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 newt
    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
    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 thru 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 thru, 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
    Ooooh shit!!

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