Storm Chaser (Featuring Cee-Lo & Big Gipp of Goodie Mob) - Rehab

One to da two da three da four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See, martail homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope the game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B.I.G. will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches and smoki'n my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang, lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? See never did I thank when I got grown That some peewee sacks had been done took this town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the dirty south See in the third grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See east point atlanta threw this road block Talkin' about all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman way Had to find themselves another back street to take 'Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, naw nigga, that money ain't yours That's when me and big state took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' rock the bells We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Now that cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said, they didn't get the trap Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those wood chips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin' pounds with B Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growin old school like Charles Stankin' like them Lincolns in piedmont park Perry homes to herndon homes, to all the homes Adams Ville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in the dirty south One to the two the three the four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Yeah, yeah The dirty south

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering New Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore Takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit But some of these folks is gettin' rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real 'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come through your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken You know he down wit' me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooh, shit Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

Yo, yo Nobody knew where he came from or got his name from All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail Now he, we livin? and makin a lotta mil Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat But niggas like him always got the gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again I'm alright with stayin? up all night And puffin? dark chocolate trees? til the dark turns light That nigga seen us, you actin? like there's no beef between us Act like, he ain't got cream swayin? The dope fiends around the co'na You [unverified] he got me on'na Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin? with his silence (Sho' man) Just like I thought, he about to get caught They goin? all out in the backseat suckin? 'em off Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose? em (Alright) Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small When he used to ball and mess with Polly down the hall Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame Gotta [unverified] with his name, Im'a put in his brain But slow down, he's pullin? over, park right behind that Nova If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor He tryin? to draw attention to us This ain't the time, baby boy, this is about to blow up Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang Come on, let? s get gone, nigga it? s on a gang Swervin? in the rain and workin? the woodgrain We did about two [unverified] Now feel the pain And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it And it? s all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate Even the corner cowboy [unverified] hennesy straight Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction I sense tension here And some nigga over there's givin? us his undivided attention Aiyyo Rob, yo, is that this nigga (Who?) Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin' with choo? Want you want me to do? Who you want me to run over, and run through? With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true This nigga done did somethin? that he can't undo And anybody who came here with him deserves one too Is it true fuckin? up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow Keep the casket closed How you kids gonna get gay back to you, that? s how it goes Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south Up top it gon' stop Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us