: [Intro ? One.Be.Lo] {*Beatboxing*} Aight, I'm ready How y'all doin out there? What's goin on? Yo, check this out [Verse 1] November 7th, 1976, now
[Intro ? One.Be.Lo] {*Beatboxing*} Aight, I'm ready How y'all doin out there? What's goin on? Yo, check this out [Verse 1] November 7th, 1976, now that
enough of spending And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down My game plan to be trained and
put up a fence We movin on, tell the crew it's on [Cee-Lo] 'Kay, here it go They call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-loh I'm one fourth of the migh-ty G-double
Originate Good Rhymes And Music (Hey Lo, hey Lo, is that good enough for you?) (Ey, hold on, hold on, hold on!) [One.Be.Lo] This apple's hard to the
: [One.Be.Lo] Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?) Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle Harley Davidson -- every time
home the bacon ? see you later I crave soul food without the pork flavor [Chorus] [Outro - Decompoze] (One.Be.Lo) Illustrated, yeah, Trackezoids Poze, One.Be.Lo
m tryin to work on that (Word, oh so they want you to prove your qualification?) Yeah so (damn) tell me what you think about this.. [One.Be.Lo] So so
I don't wanna be your Superman I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby You'll be standin' in the sun shine I'll be standin' right here in the
hey, yeah, that's got to be my Jesus, whoa-whoa It's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus It's got to be, oh It's got to be my Jesus Oh, gonna take me home
BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) [Ludacris] Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the one to step up and put a hundred
I seem to be heavy I don't mean to be heavy, maybe 'Lo you should lighten up I really would if I could but I really don't think That anybody shell out
seem to be heavy I don't mean to be heavy Maybe 'Lo you should lighten up I really would if I could But I really don't think that anybody shell out enough
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
as mine And my life's the same as yours We all standin' in the same, same shit I thank God and Khalifani anybody else got infected Or willin' to be infected
keep your business clean Else there won't be no harps and angels coming for you It'll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks, and tambourines." Sing it like they did for me one
but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One
