Correction Paroles No Cigar par Goodie Mob

Featuring(s) : Andre 3000

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[Big Gipp]
Big lock, the big butter, country boy deal
If you ain't been to the moon, then you ain't did shit
All the mansions and shit, you know we lived in 'em
Different countries and shit, you know we stayed in 'em
Felines when we land, all peaches
Them yachts, four, four, pink beaches
I don't f*ck with no battles, I don't do that
I'ma shoot you, turn around and holler, "Who that?"
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, drop-top, high trees, ooh-wee
Ride a snakeskin, kill 12
Colorblind with a snotty nose, had face with a flat-top
Phones off, plug's all night, vision drones up
(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee) Hunt you down at your residence
Where them white be's like a Cuban in Cuba
No cigar, caviar, Cherokee
Blood in the mud like creek water
Can't kill a mutant with Holy Water

Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as f*ck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as f*ck (Yeah), but no cigar

[Khujo Goodie]
Monty P, Stone junior, nothin' but the best (The best)
We top-shelf, who want smoke? We take your chest
Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that
Man, don't think you untouchable in the land of Jack
Brrat, brrat, all them sticks in the heat of the night
Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight
Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news
I try to tell 'em but wisdom is too hot for a fool
I'm from the school of excellence, master of my craft
All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand
I still don't dance, don't bite my tongue for nobody
You could either fly away or come do somethin' bout it (Uh)

[T-Mo]
Uh, I smoke Perdomo, hypnotic Cohiba
A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, don't father

Get fetti, the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin' better
The [?], the Chevy is yellow, my mood is mellow
My waves, they hella, some teacher said music and use it
To be a lil' business of witness to greatness
No patience, I'm ready to service, people
My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal
I'm startin' the sequel, I'm threadin' the needle, I'm juicin' like Beetle
You're closer than ever (Ayy), you're callin' the reverend (Ayy)
You praise to the Heavens (Ayy), to give 'em a lesson (Ayy)
You give a confession (Ayy), receivin' the blessin' (Ayy)
We live in the mansions (Ayy), yeah, uh

Who want smoke? (Ayy) Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke? (You know it)
No cigar (No cigar), no cigar
They close as f*ck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as f*ck (Yeah), but no cigar

Three hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but Mob
Under the steps and dirt, there was a dungeon, no floor
Out of school or off of work or smoke a blunt and go fart
Nigga rollin' up the roaches when the shit got short
Catch your bitch on her porch, walk her back to her car
Pat the p*ssy, slap her tail and tell her, "See you tomorrow"
Pocket book that match nails, Chanel, but needed a bra
I could tell that bitch was Hell, she prolly needed a father
For the record, me too, what the Hell could we do?
Let your older partners raise ya' and watch 'em do what they do
Now I pull over just in case I gotta snooze when I cru'
Now I know we all some babies, they was just learnin' too
I'm Hula Hoopin', Double Dutchin', kickballin' that hoe
New maneuver, no discussion, f*ck 'em, all of them hoes
What's a dungeon? A home, home for misfits
Sleepin' on the floor then wake up when you smell somethin' lit (Yeah)

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