Goodie Mob Lyrics

Goodie Mob Lyrics

"I Refuse Limitation Lyrics"

Baby, Let's Play House Lyrics
(words & music by Arthur Gunter) Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby baby. Baby, baby baby, b-b-b-b-b-b baby baby, baby. Baby baby baby Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you. Well, you may go to college, You may go to school. You may have a pink cadillac, But don't you be nobody's fool. Now baby, Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you. Now listen and I'll tell you baby What I'm talking about. Come on back to me, little girl, So we can play some house. Now baby, Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, I wanna play house with yo

Backbone:
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven
No more be buckin yo luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice

Khujo:
Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout
I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin in work
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt
One squirt
And you locked down forever
Can't run from reality
Lurking you closer and closer away
To the same old traps
Now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride
What side you on?
It wasn't no I in team
Only in your dreams
Saturated with schemes
Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya
Fallin from his grace
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game
And
THE BIG DIPPER Lyrics
The national nightmare has begun Empire of fantasy with a dark gloved fist aloft While the challenger explodes Banks are failing coming down hard The way things are going I'm moving to the sun belt Stars and stripes, forever is a long time Don't ask me what's to be done Ask what you can do for your country ? The Big Dipper' coming down Miss America's lost her crown Guess I've spent too long in this old town No time to run and hide We've been taken for a ride America leads the world in teenage suicide I always thought it would have been great To be a part of the United States a land of unmissed opportunity A friend seems so far
30 days I'm blessed in the hole
But that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary
Yea I could did my time standin on one foot
But see I fucked up royally
Thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Chorus:
Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Gipp:
That's the shit I like
Lord got the door
Shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling
Of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts
Because ????
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags
Boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore
Reform, refrain, we ????
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for ????
Clone me
Replace me wit me
Another nation inside a nation
Out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube
Layer of skin
Supply the crust
And we'll mix the fruit
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch em bleed
Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's t
Terms Of Psychic Warfare Lyrics
I see you walking down the road And the thoughts within my mind explode But having to hold back taught me a lot about control And letting it all loose at once when it was time to let you know You occupied my space and you occupied your mind By jumping off the roof to the first conclusion you can find Now all the silver you can steal Can't buy a piece of what I feel It's sad but the means they just don't justify the ends To be forever haunted by the ghosts of all your friends Painful, yeah that's the way you've chosen it to be C'mon man can't you think of anyone besides me? These are the terms Now don't think you're the only one who is harbouring
e killer
Yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

T-Mo:
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over emotions runnin wild
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks
Feelin incomplete
Another story
Livin ????
Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga
Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you
If you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags
What's the news?
But I refuse to lose

Chorus

Cee-Lo:
Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please
Of course I can slice some OZs
But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather
Tales From The Inverted Womb Lyrics
Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: the stained glass, all viole(n)t, enhancing the gloom. Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, some unknown disease. Its symptoms are madness, caused by the music in his head, sung by an endless choir, called: "the Voices of the Dead". It's his longing for silence, for the absence of sound, that will lead him the hidden path below the ground. Where he shall discover, though terror and fear, behind black iron doo
struggle on my feet than to live on my knees
So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities
So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked
underpaid employees
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities




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