goodie mob – fly away

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[big gipp]
now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise)
slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin
straight up nuts with this country drawl

it ain’t no reason lookin for it — ain’t no f-ckin flaw
i didn’t go to bed without my lucky bear claw
see, i’m a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom

in the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
when i think twice, i love long summer nights
four records deep, and i still get stage fright
from small towns to the big city night lights

if you don’t like what i say, fly away, fly away
if you don’t like where i stay, fly away, ahhhhh

there’s a ghetto in every city (know dat)
politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb
ain’t no runnin from n-gg-z
everywhere you go, drankin alcohol

ready to call earl, it’s your world, black man
them devils can’t stand how we makin moves, smooth
avoidin’ legal h-ssles goin unseen
like the hand that took

then doc-mented it in his book
how these n-gg-z shook the world with the hook
now they back like jack in that red cadillac

now git, don’t let the doorkn-b hit ya
where the good lord split ya
i’m hearin rumors too
that you so gone off that d and pcp, that thoughts

of lettin another man sample your wine haunts your mind
look like the color pink
rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
makin kin breach they skin

secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge
dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh
how’s about burned at the stake
like the rest of those sodomites

even though you had beautiful kids and a wife
he still bent both ways, ain’t no due process
for boys that become guls or verse vica
field n-gg-z control this

pin the hollow point tip
on this gay rights activists
a ghetto game we all familiar wit
now how many licks, did it take, to get you wet

you ends today, fly away (fly, fly away)
(fly away, now)


well, i’m from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
some of you n-gg-z still think we soft (know they do)
and i swore, i wouldn’t never write no rhyme like this

but now you’re startin to p-ss me off, ha ha hah
oh yesh why’all, sugah he got that silky southern drawl
every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em’ all
i’m ‘eal strong, and we don’t want no bad blood

but it is some, it is some
n-gg- think he gotta, better mind frame then me
n-gg- really think he got mo’ game then me?
gon’ make me sick, they gon think you slick

but f-ck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hah
’cause i’ll prove your -ss wrong bout me
we so deep and quick to stomp a n-gg- to sleep
and, uh, we don’t’ like to kill, but we will

oh lord this south is sho’ nuff trill, now sh-t
when we on your side of town, we don’t ask why
we abide by the rules that why’all live by
and see, you’re welcome to come, you’re welcome to stay
but any disrespect, we will make yo’ -ss fly away

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