Goodie Mob — No Cigar

[Intro] Mm, mm, mm, mm [Verse 1: Big Gipp] Big lobster, big butter, country boy dip If you ain't been to the moon, then you ain't did shit All the mansions and shit, you know we layed in 'em Different countries and shit, you know we stayed in 'em Felines when we land, all peaches Them yachts, four, four, pink beaches I don't fuck with no battles, I don't do that I'ma shoot you, turn around and holler, "Who that?" Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, drop-top, high trees, ooh-wee Rattlesnake skin, kill 12 Colorblind with a snotty nose, half-face with a flat-top Phones off, plugs all night, vision drones up (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee) Hunt you down at your residence Where them white be's like a Cuban in Cuba, no cigar Caviar, Cherokee, blood in the mud like creek water Can't kill a mutant with Holy Water [Chorus] Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? No cigar, no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar [Verse 2: Khujo Goodie] Montecristo Junior, nothin' but the best (The best) We top-shelf, who want smoke? Protect your chest Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that Man, don't think you untouchable in the land of Jack Brrat, brrat, pull them sticks in the heat of the night Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news I tried to tell 'em but wisdom is too hot for a fool I'm from the school of excellence, master of my craft All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand I still don't dance, don't bite my tongue for nobody You could either fly away or come do somethin' bout it (Uh) [Chorus] Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? No cigar, no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar [Verse 3: T-Mo] Uh, I smoke Perdomo, hypnotic Cohiba A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, don't fall I get fetti, the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin' better, the jella The Chevy is yellow, my mood is mellow, my wave say hello So teachers of music can use it, to be a lil' business And witness the greatness, no patience, I'm ready to service the people My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal I'm startin' the sequel, I'm threadin' the needle I'm juicin' like beetles, you're closer than ever (Ayy) You're callin' the reverend (Ayy), you praise to the heavens (Ayy) To give 'em a lesson (Ayy), you give a confession (Ayy) Receivin' the blessin' (Ayy), we live in the mansions (Ayy), yeah, uh [Chorus] Who want smoke? (Ayy) Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? (You know it) No cigar (No cigar), no cigar (Yeah) They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar [Verse 4: André 3000] Three go hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but mob Under the steps and dirt, there was a dungeon, no floor Out of school or off of work or smoke a blunt and go for it Nigga rollin' up the roaches when the shit got short Kiss your bitch on the porch, walk her back to her car Pat the pussy, slap her tail and tell her, "See you tomorrow" Pocketbook that match the nails, she never needed a bra I could tell that bitch was Hell, she prolly needed a father For the record, me too, what the hell could we do? Let your older partners raise ya, watch 'em do what they do Now I pull over just in case I gotta snooze when I cru' Now I know we all some babies, they was just learnin' too I'm hula hoopin', double dutchin', kickballin' that ho New maneuver, no discussion, fuck 'em, all of them ho What's a dungeon? A home, home for misfits Sleepin' on the floor then wake up when you smell somethin' lit (Git) [Chorus] Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? No cigar, no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar


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