They don't dance no mo'. They don't dance no mo'. (What we doin is sittin around chillin). They don't dance no mo'. They don't dance no mo'. . Yeah, uh, yeah.
Goodie Mob. Miscellaneous. The World I Know (Country Livin' Version). . The world I know. is a world too slow. Don't move fast enough. keep your head low.
Goodie Mob. Miscellaneous. The World I Know (Country Livin' Version). . The world I know. is a world too slow. Don't move fast enough. keep your head low.
Yeah, better believe that slick. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah. I Thought you said you was the G-O-D.
hook. . You know how good it can be, if I took you home with me. I know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonight. Come on lets dip shawty, dip.
Yeah, it's Fulton County. In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads. We done went back down the street. And stayed from the concrete treads.
I'm so happy we made it. I knew one day we would. All these years of strugglin'. Were never understood. Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see. We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free.
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot. No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear. Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look. But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real.
You turn the other cheek, trynna save face. A black man and "real nigga" ain't the same race. Yeah, a black man and "real nigga" ain't the same race. Trynna hit the finish line in the same race.
Don't know why I'm folding?. Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling. Don't know why I'm folding?. Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling.
G's get locked up and die, mostly over bureaucracy. And hypocrisy remains unchanged, keep yo brains unchained. Or ain't a thang gon change, if the pain don't stain.
This for the soldiers (soldiers). Stay strong my niggaz. (gangsters, players). Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz). . Verse One: T-Mo. . Leavin the cut in a rage.
What the fuck you know me for. Obstacle of holy war. I wont get there radio killa. No filler, no filler. You playlist the dealer, dealer. Lets go in the chilling, chilling.
They call him Gipp saga. It's the mutant, mister get down. Live wire, words poke you like barbwire. Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains. My right leg longer than my left foot.
My old boy from the point. But I'm from Southwest and every. Now and then I get put to the test. But I can't be stopped. Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun.
My old boy from the point. But I'm from Southwest and every. Now and then I get put to the test. But I can't be stopped. Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun.
(feat. Outkast). . (Al Pacino). "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die". . (Gipp). Yeah. yeah. yo. Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. Courage to change the things I can. And wisdom to know the difference. . Related. . The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time.
Sometimes words are enough to kill over. Thanksgiving didn't give. So what should I hope for. I keep on looking fo job. But job seems not to like me. What else my doors kick off the hedges.
Big Gipp:. What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll?. But I ain't got none, cause most be gettin' old. After two weeks slidin' in the rain.