Goodie Mob F Sleepy Brown - Fly Away Lyrics
[cee-lo]Uh-huh, one timeYessuh yessuh[big gipp]Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise)Slices of toasted bread on the nap-kinStraight up nuts with this country drawlIt ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no *****in flawI didn't go to bed without my lucky bear clawSee, i'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroomIn the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so niceWhen i think twice, i love long summer nightsFour records deep, and i still get stage frightFrom small towns to the big city night lightsChorus: goodie mobIf you don't like what i say, fly away, fly awayIf you don't like where i stay, fly away, ahhhhh[t-mo]There's a ghetto in every city (know dat)Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herbAin't no runnin from niggazEverywhere you go, drankin alcoholReady to call earl, it's your world, black manThem devils can't stand how we makin moves, smoothAvoidin legal hassles goin unseenLike the hand that tookThen documented it in his bookHow these niggaz shook the world with the hookNow they back like jack in that red cadillac[khujo]Now git, don't let the doorknob hit yaWhere the good lord split yaI'm hearin rumors tooThat you so gone off that d and pcp, that thoughtsOf lettin another man sample your wine haunts your mindLook like the color pinkRubbin elbows with the wrong folksMakin kin breach they skinSecretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudgeDirty men need to do more than bathe, huhHow's about burned at the stakeLike the rest of those sodomitesEven though you had beautiful kids and a wifeHe still bent both ways, ain't no due processFor boys that become guls or verse vicaField niggaz control thisPin the hollow point tipOn this gay rights activistsA ghetto game we all familiar witNow how many licks, did it take, to get you wetYou ends today, fly away (fly, fly away)(fly away, now)Chorus[cee-lo]YeahWell, i'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty southSome of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)And i swore, i wouldn't never write no rhyme like thisBut now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hahOh yesh y'all, sugah he got that silky southern drawlEvery tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' allI'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad bloodBut it is some, it is someNigga think he gotta, better mind frame then meNigga really think he got mo' game then me?Gon' make me sick, they gon think you slickBut ***** around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hahCause i'll prove your ass wrong bout meWe so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleepAnd, uh, we dont' like to kill, but we willOh lord this south is sho' nuff trill, now shitWhen we on your side of town, we don't ask whyWe abide by the rules that y'all live byAnd see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stayBut any disrespect, we will make yo' ass fly awayChorus 2x
