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

One to da two da three da four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See, martail homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope the game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B.I.G. will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches and smoki'n my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang, lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? See never did I thank when I got grown That some peewee sacks had been done took this town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the dirty south See in the third grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See east point atlanta threw this road block Talkin' about all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman way Had to find themselves another back street to take 'Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, naw nigga, that money ain't yours That's when me and big state took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' rock the bells We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Now that cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said, they didn't get the trap Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those wood chips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin' pounds with B Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growin old school like Charles Stankin' like them Lincolns in piedmont park Perry homes to herndon homes, to all the homes Adams Ville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in the dirty south One to the two the three the four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Yeah, yeah The dirty south

Throw a party Throw a party, yeah Throw a party Well, she moves like lightning and she counts to three And she dances with the lights, sincere, she's coming for me Now, put your hands up, this is a heist And there's no one in here living gonna make it out alive Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" We go together, Adam and Eve But the girl is so much more than just another apple thief Yeah, she's a genius (genius), watch and learn How she sets the world on fire just to watch the sucker burn Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" Throw a party (hey) Throw a party, yeah Throw a party (whoo) On the day that I die Throw a party (hey) Throw a party, yeah (whoo) Throw a party (yeah) On the day that I die Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die"