Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Fly Away lyrics

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Now what they know about the banana and mayonaise
 Just like the toast and bread on the napkin
 Straight up nuts with this country drawl
 It ain't no reason lookin forward ain't no fuckin flaw
 I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
 See  I'm a ???? 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
 Small times to the big city night lights
 Chorus
 If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
 If you don't like where I stay, fly away, oh
 T-Mo
 There's a ghetto in every city
 Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb
 Ain't no runnin from niggas
 Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol
 Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man
 The devil's can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
 Affordin legal hassles goin unseen
 Like the hand that took
 Then documented it in his book
 How these niggas shook the world with the hook
 Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
 Khujo
 Now kid, don't let the doorknob hit ya
 Where the good Lord split ya
 I'm hearin rumors too
 That you so gone off that damn 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 went both ways, ain't no due process
 For boys that become girls or verse vica
 Feel niggas 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]
 Chorus
 Cee-Lo
 Yeah
 Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
 So many niggas still think we soft
 And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this
 But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha ha
 Oh yesh y'all, Shocka he got that silky southern drawl
 And tooth in my mouth, got gold on em all
 I'm ???????????, and we don't want no bad blood
 But it is on, it is on
 Nigga think he got a better mind frame then me
 Nigga really think he got more game then me
 Make me sick, they gon think you slick
 But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick
 Cause I'll prove your ass wrong about 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 ????, 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, and we'll make yo ass fly away
 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: RCA Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Still Standing (1998)

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