paroles de chanson Goodie Bag - 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
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
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
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2 Thought Process (feat. André 3000)
3 Red Dog
4 Dirty South
5 Dirty South
6 Cell Therapy
7 Sesame Street
8 Guess Who
9 Serenity Prayer
10 Fighting
11 Blood
12 Live at the O.M.N.I
13 Goodie Bag
14 Soul Food
15 Funeral
16 I Didn't Ask To Come
17 Rico
18 The Coming (feat. Witchdoctor)
19 Ceelo
20 The Day After
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