歌手:Goodie Mob
专辑:《Dirty South Classics》

作词 : Organized Noize/Thomas Callaway/Cameron Gipp/Willie Knighton/Robert Barnett
作曲 : Organized Noize/Thomas Callaway/Cameron Gipp/Willie Knighton/Robert Barnett
Goodie Bag ?Album Version? - Goodie Mob
Put some fire on that ass end of dat ******
Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed

'cause', 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, ******ie down no suit, no tie
******z 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 Newt
Now what the ****** 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
'cause 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 ****** I'm going,
I can't do ******t but get mad
I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my ******' Goodie Bag...
Without your shank you can't thank
Without your ******s you up the creek
Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth
It don't matter 'cause 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 ******t
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 ******, I ain't scared at all
I guess you ******s don't know or can't see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly
But yet still when ******'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

Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid
For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do
To come thru 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 ******'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 thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that ****** pop,
pop, pop and my ****** Mike L
And Bert P and my ****** 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
Ooooh ******t!!