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Goodie Mob

Gutta Butta

  hip-hop  rap  dirty south  hip hop  atlanta
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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 la familiansGettin ya touchedDown the cutBlunts roastin whole through tea bagsBlowin bubbles out the wrong endMud in your stool pilesFlamin hotter than Dust ValleyThe gateway to where ever your sick tickle desireThe gangsters of this other centuryTransforming hustlers and players into sissiesSo slim goodieYou don`t want no drug boyHe`ll leave you barefooted and pregnantDon`t get too comfortableYou ain`t gon be here too longG`s get locked up and die (clean)Most lie in they own surreal homeTrust the tree on the mapThis one individual thought he was the Grim ReaperSwole, couldn`t nobody put a finger on his napsNow he up under the bridge stankinIn his birthday suitUsed to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)Beat him to the punch-line, one ?Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crackCrumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggleTo stay on top of sand dunesCause mouths born with silver spoonsMake your bed you gotta sleep in itBut stakes madeBaking soda kept the knees cleanNarrow like a ravine? fell good newsLast hole, green jacket worn, body in twoLeft by oh-noSoul been gone, disappeared like the duneOnce the temperature riseBut I`m with my Lawd (lord)?Please grits, still shipHalf the pipes are gettin sold out convienience storesWhere ya at now?Comming around trying to sniff out soundsWell rounded kept you strictly grounded for your earThe dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?I smell fear and even if your eyes was closedYour ass couldn`t catch your tearLies, straws, mirrors and platesNicks, dimes, fifties, and cakesWhy can`t I escapeThese lies, straw, mirrors and plates?In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacksUpon the map in the vaultWhere this cat`s trying to sniff me outI`m in the southwest woods working all aboutPaper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtainIf I can`t refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cainAnd really don`t know which way to goConfused, you`ll abuse anybody for a fixHits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plentyFat baggies like ?Maggies? muffinWhere the kid do the stuffinSilly of these young niggaz watching meAs I turn figures into solitareTwirl up my hair (down south)Pray to God I don’t have to do himLike I never knew or had no clue to who you wasCuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheekSo to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosseBe on that Rossie like The ClickSo I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off itChorusNigga I ain`t shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bitNigga please, I`m still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fitNow I got a little dough, but it ain`t that much mothan every other nigga I knowWe all still poI don`t sell dope (what you doin?)I sell hopeYou wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scopeCause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.I ain`t got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right hereLate one night I was in a pearl white Acura LegendaryI got that thang with me cause it`s necessaryShit, I was just ridinWasn`t even thinking‘bout collidinBut I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lightsI don`t prepared myself to die if it`s my time to goHe said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"This sad, of course I`ma be madWell here you can have it god damnit if you want it that badYou would try to take from me, my nigga I ain`t no starI value both of our lives more than this carYou lucky nigga, I used to be youShit and I`d bust a hole in your chest somebody could see throughNow remember, shit, you could`ve died tonightAnd I would`ve been in the rightI ain`t even pissed you could just drop me off at the houseCause I ain`t really dying by nothin like thisHe-he-he-he-he-heEverythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the houseKnahmsayin?

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