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ft. Big Boi, Cee-Lo[talking]Hah, hahaThat's just the sound of the Hen'..True Story.. Buddy Roe..They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)Thank God for the thugs too...[Chorus: Cee-Lo]Drop the top and let the sunshine inWith the woodgrain, let the twinkies spinGet you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,with the 'dro in the wind[Trick Daddy]I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass niggaCollard green, neckbone-eatin-ass niggaAlways wearin my jeans baggy saggyYou know Florida, Georgia, South CakalakyGrowed up eatin spam sandwichesSugar water and mayonnaise sandwichShare the room with bout four mo' brothersBut one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' coversA little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)Always rude and always in troubleNone of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like meIf you growed up the way I didYou gotsta understand, Trick love the kids(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids[Chorus: Cee-Lo][Trick Daddy]Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)And wait a minute, I'll act a foolYa don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)That's right I'm a rude-ass niggaQuick to do you, cut a fool-ass niggaWeighin' in at bout a buck six-fiveAnd a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides[Cee-Lo]Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floorHe oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-fourBe sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mineDisrespect; I'll disconnect ya lineWith a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shotThe fire, the fury, ya fuck with it notYa stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - faceFore me and my ace-a lay down the whole placeRecognize, this is the verbalizeSurprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise niggaHoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, goldsBig ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga knowThrow yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I supposeHoes unchose, cuz my jewelry frozeYou know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like thisGo off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!So pass, outlast, bout cashMo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trashLo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrillaCome clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)[Chorus: Cee-Lo][Big Boi]Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'droThe 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me chokeLike a serial killer was squeezin on my throat boxIn the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the blockIs it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?Beat right from the club try my best not to mess upA professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strainof this slang and inject it into your veinsDid your heart stop man? Drop-top fameAviator shades with a rear front faceMovin through the dirty at a slow pimps paceKinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the raceTo the finish line, I jump the pair of ReeboksSo bright, so fresh, snow white but no socksThen I slipped on some of that O with the windI'm bustin straight out the path like a three pieceof va-lac-tic, before you slack itYou gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragicnot intended for any illegal purposes'it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)(Trick love the kids!)[Chorus: Cee-Lo]more