| Lyrics: | [talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy
Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...
see!
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard
green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida,
Georgia, South Cakalaky
Brought up eatin Spam and sandwich
Sugar water and mayonnaise
sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo'
covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my
teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, pro'ly had seven more like me
If you
brought up they way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love
the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the wood grain,
let the twanky spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
It's quite alright, with the
'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis
Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this
shit)
And when the minute I act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you
(uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Where
it at? Bout a buck six five
and the nigga can't fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's
right)
You know legs when they show thigh(short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch
sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with
the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire m |
