Now what they know about the banana and mayonaise  
 Just like the toast and bread on the napkin  
 Straight up nuts with this country drawl  
 It ain't no reason lookin forward ain't no fuckin flaw  
 I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw  
 See  I'm a ???? 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  
 Small times to the big city night lights  
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 If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away  
 If you don't like where I stay, fly away, oh  
 T-Mo  
 There's a ghetto in every city  
 Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb  
 Ain't no runnin from niggas  
 Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol  
 Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man  
 The devil's can't stand how we makin moves, smooth  
 Affordin legal hassles goin unseen  
 Like the hand that took  
 Then documented it in his book  
 How these niggas shook the world with the hook  
 Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac  
 Khujo  
 Now kid, don't let the doorknob hit ya  
 Where the good Lord split ya  
 I'm hearin rumors too  
 That you so gone off that damn 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 went both ways, ain't no due process  
 For boys that become girls or verse vica  
 Feel niggas 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]  
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 Cee-Lo  
 Yeah  
 Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south  
 So many niggas still think we soft  
 And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this  
 But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha ha  
 Oh yesh y'all, Shocka he got that silky southern drawl  
 And tooth in my mouth, got gold on em all  
 I'm ???????????, and we don't want no bad blood  
 But it is on, it is on  
 Nigga think he got a better mind frame then me  
 Nigga really think he got more game then me  
 Make me sick, they gon think you slick  
 But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick  
 Cause I'll prove your ass wrong about me  
 We so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep  
 And, uh, we dont' like to kill, but we will  
 Oh Lord, this south is sho nuff ????, now shit  
 When we on your side of town, we don't ask why  
 We abide by the rules that y'all live by  
 And see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay  
 But any disrespect, and we'll make yo ass fly away  
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