Artist: Goodie Mob F./ Backbone
Album: World Party
Song: All A's

Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X)
I got the fee, the B, the gat on the seat
Makin ? boys faint when they see they face in the paint
Musta been mayonnaise, that we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's

[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack
what's the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin
?? so they can't see me when I'm ridin
They scope me now, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm
comin forth to carry you home

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[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it
they call me Sugar Delight Uh-ohh hoe
Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight ?? like a boss
that champion chief in cost
and oh my Goodie sauce will make your shit get lost
There's somethin bout these guns
that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts
I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this
I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks
we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated, but we related
No one includin me, should be underestimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without
at least 30 shots Cause I'm tellin ya
these Southern boys gon' get all they got

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[Khujo]
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow
?? off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those
leavin deaf hoes brown, on the outside
pink, in the middle Ain't, barrin none
hundred round draw Nothin under seventy-five
and I get slick ?? Takin no prisoners cuffed
they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live
if it was less queers I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches..

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[Gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y'all from the section where the straight shit
straight up off the top Block for block
yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp
Shoot em from the hip, everytime I'm in my 80 full sedan
Deville block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill
ridin through the park on the weekend
ain't no stoppin keep it dippin that's how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel
money in my socks Lookin out, for the cops
and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?

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[T-Mo]
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken
bout to start clickin Hoe better know who the true G's are
I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type
mic soldier Blowin composer, chief of that doja
told ya when I was older I wanted to live the good life
money over that bull, got that pull Stomach full
posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie M-O-B., doin they thang, I, pray, for
change and my players in this game it's insane
how this 'caine is bringin em pain
young'un doin time dyin by this grind A-T-L
fine this just how it's goin down And the sound
watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS

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