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