Yo, we gon do it like thisStraight out the parts. . . that they disregardNever considered . . . okNow don’t get mad, nigga get gladGoodie got them brand new trash bags . . dagAnd they know where to dump that assIn the chairThe hoochie river with the rest of the kidsThat did business outside […]
Tag Archives: Lyrics by Goodie Mob
Blood
It’s a shameWhen niggaz gon realize we the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a playa use precisionDon’t make a decision in hasteYour blood is a terrible thing to waste It’s a shameWhen niggaz gon realize we the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a playa use precisionDon’t make a decision […]
Street Corner
hook ?Don’t know why I’m folding?Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2) (T-Mo)Enhance the game, but give me the benz While I send my wordIt’s lightly packed ????? giving a fuckBitch I gots to eat tooWhile I catch up like HeinzOn the hook for my family treeEast to West to South is booted in this red […]
Guess Who?
You ’bout to make me slam yo’ back clean outBut i luv her till death do us partThough she divorced my pop the hard wayBack in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen yearsI took on the responsibility of daddy…Ma ol’ burd… puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho’ it marinateAnd not go out […]
I Refuse Limitation
Backbone:One timeUh for these freaky hoes I lustBut I’m still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dustBut that’s they thangA lot of us fall victim somehowBut that’s that gameWon’t try to explainFrom books to bricksNow I see crooks and tricksCaught up in the mixOf everyday in every way but the rightI control the […]
See You When I See You
Big Gipp:What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll?But I ain’t got none, cause most be gettin’ oldAfter two weeks slidin’ in the rainAfter the Braves game, where you headed man?Dawn county line, ready to straight mineWatch the sun glare, peep the cold airThose that understood, those that understandI’m runnin’ rampant on a […]
I.C.U
hook I.C.U do you see me, I’m staring at cha’ (x4) (Khujo)Before you got on, I could a hear a pins dropMaybe make me wanna clean out your clockGo in your socks, confiscate your knotCool you off, because you think your hot, when your notFools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocksAnd […]
I Didn't Ask to Come
Everyday somebody gets killedWhat’s the deal it’s 1995and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dreamI want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a kingI know I take for granted at times for what I gotstill hustlin’ and bustlin’and now and then I stand a pop or two […]