Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Blood

 
Lock the doors.....!!!! 
 
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo 
 
It`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the same 
Helpin the enemy win the game 
If you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in haste 
Blood is a terrible thing to waste 
 
(Big Gipp) 
 
In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused 
cos my nose ain`t right, my sight blind 
Smoke, need somethin from my toke 
More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose 
In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in 
but almost left your bed, yet I said.... 
My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees 
I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was 
something for the ill-minded, even though you`re true 
your feet can`t fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes 
My old man still don`t understand why 
The things I do, the way I think 
A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low`s 
Specialisin in the greenery 
Code name: Cardwell, so what`s real? 
I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville 
Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean 
Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote` 
And if ya can`t find none of the Goodie in the veins 
of the ATL, try the wood or the trail 
 
(Cee-Lo) 
 
I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day 
I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way 
Each word that I say may cut you like a knife 
and totally influence and change somebody life 
Who me? I`m 19, and best to have seen 
what I already seen 
Life taught me a lot 
That you ain`t gotta carry no gun to get shot 
Ain`t gotta be no jacker for offense from the high 
A liquor store on every corner that you walk by 
I watch my niggas die for no reasons 
In my neighbourhood ain`t nothin changed but the seasons 
Them crackers don`t give a fuck, then again why should they 
They evil from their head to they toes so how could they 
You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity 
I love you but I ain`t gon` let you pray for me 
So if you must shed blood so be it 
The end is comin I can see it 
Yeah, the end is comin I can see it..... 
It`s in the blood 
 
(T-Bu) 
 
Me look at myself and say "Damn!" 
I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound 
But now I sit back and take a pull 
Take out my pin, I`m ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ???? 
I`m ready to pay my dues, fool 
Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast 
So even if I was to blast on your punk ass 
it wouldn`t change my opinion of a customer 
That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side 
and this side better be rollin thick 
It`s that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin 
Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don`t smile 
I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?* 
Out in their yard without a strap ain`t cool 
You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool 
No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain`t told to glorify no glory 
I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle 
So she died lookin for that muscle 
You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type 
So I might strike any minute, fool.... 
Step into Zone 3, see 
South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep 
Don`t sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin 
but I can`t hear or see see clear 
cos we all on the outside, we`re pimpin or homicide 
Already so many resting in peace but I can`t sleep til I can believe 
I`m ready to die for my cause 
I`m Good cos I`m true to my blood 
 
(Khujo) 
 
I`ll blast for my family, don`t be mad at me 
Was it because I didn`t finish C-O-double L-E-G-E? 
There`s only a punk ass army down while you`re harassin me 
Stop takin me thru episode after episode 
The reason why I ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes 
in the wall, I had dreams I played ball 
wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals 
Droppin them fat guv`s in the weight room 
Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole 
Now I`m wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with 
Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C`s?* and ol` South 
Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it`s sun, and paper 
completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol` bird 
in the kitchen cookin chitlins 
Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot 
but this morning I had to punch the clock 
Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie 
witta pocket full of rocks that icey 
Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper 
I put a thermal couple of two on `burnt out on capers` 
Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt 
Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts 
That`s why I`m stealin your death right now because 
later on you might leave me hangin 
Is it the noose rhyme on people`s necks when already tangin 
tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I 
to tell you to stop, but don`t be bringin that nonsense 
in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill 
All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck ???? 
You ladies are real ready, it`s janky 
on edge, it`s in the kill 
The beast in you divided who? Me from him? 
You gotta chance but it`s slim, it`s slim 
Just walked out the door but yet and still 
You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab 
Broke my community down to its knees 
Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally.... 
B-L-O-O-D..... 
 
Hmm, yeah, uhh 
 
Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo 
 
It`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the same 
You helpin the enemy win the game 
If you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in haste 
You`re blood is a terrible thing to waste 
 
It`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the same 
You helpin the enemy win the game 
If you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in haste 
You`re blood is a terrible thing to waste 
We all blood.....
 

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