Goodie Mob

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