Goodie Mob - Fly Away lyrics

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[Cee-Lo]

Uh-huh, one time

Yessuh yessuh

[Big Gipp]

Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise)

Slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin

Straight up nuts with this country drawl

It ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no fuckin flaw

I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw

See, I'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom

in the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice

When I think twice, I love long summer nights

Four records deep, and I still get stage fright

From small towns to the big city night lights

Chorus: Goodie Mob

If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away

If you don't like where I stay, fly away, ahhhhh

[T-Mo]

There's a ghetto in every city (know dat)

Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb

Ain't no runnin from niggaz

Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol

Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man

Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth

Avoidin legal hassles goin unseen

like the hand that took

then documented it in his book

how these niggaz shook the world with the hook

Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac

[Khujo]

Now GIT, don't let the doorknob hit ya

where the good Lord split ya

I'm hearin rumors too

That you so gone off that D and PCP, that thoughts

of lettin another man sample your wine haunts your mind

Look like the color pink

Rubbin elbows with the wrong folks

Makin kin breach they skin

Secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge

Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh

How's about burned at the stake

like the rest of those Sodomites

Even though you had beautiful kids and a wife

He still bent both ways, ain't no due process

For boys that become guls or verse vica

Field niggaz control this

Pin the hollow point tip

on this gay rights activists

A ghetto game we all familiar wit

Now how many licks, did it take, to get you wet

You ends today, fly away (fly, fly away)

(Fly away, now)

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[Cee-Lo]

Yeah

Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south

Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)

And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this

But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hah

Oh yesh y'all, Sugah he got that silky Southern drawl

Every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all

I'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad blood

But it is some, it is some

Nigga think he gotta, better mind frame then me

Nigga really think he got mo' game then me?

Gon' make me sick, they gon think you slick

But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hah

Cause I'll prove your ass wrong bout me

We so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep

And, uh, we dont' like to kill, but we will

Oh Lord this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit

When we on your side of town, we don't ask why

We abide by the rules that y'all live by

And see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay

But any disrespect, we WILL make yo' ass fly away

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