[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...      [Chorus: Cee-Lo]   Drop the top and let the sunshine in   With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin   Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'   It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,   with the 'dro in the wind      [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   Growed up eatin spam sandwiches   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, Pearl had seven mo' like me   If you growed up the way I did   You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids   (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids      [Chorus: Cee-Lo]      [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 wait a minute, I'll 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   Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five   And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)   You know legs, wings, and short thighs (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 more 'fore ya fuck with mine   Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line   With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot   The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not   Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face   Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place   Recognize, this is the verbalize   Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga   Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds   Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know   Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose   Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze   You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this   Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!   So pass, outlast, bout cash   Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash   Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla   Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!   (Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)      [Chorus: Cee-Lo]      [Big Boi]   Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro   The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke   Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box   In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block   Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?   Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up   A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain   of this slang and inject it into your veins   Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame   Aviator shades with a rear front face   Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace   Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race   To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks   So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks   Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind   I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece   of va-lac-tic, before you slack it   You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic   not intended for any illegal purposes'   it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us   (Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)   (Trick love the kids!)      [Chorus: Cee-Lo]