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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Rob
Black Rob
Vocals
Cee-Lo
Cee-Lo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Black Rob
Black Rob
Lyrics
Derek Angelettie
Derek Angelettie
Songwriter
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
T. Burton
T. Burton
Songwriter
David Axelrod
David Axelrod
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Producer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mixing Engineer
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Recording Engineer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Kamel Abdo
Kamel Abdo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, yo Nobody knew where he came from or got his name from All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail Now he, we livin? and makin a lotta mil Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat But niggas like him always got the gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again I'm alright with stayin? up all night And puffin? dark chocolate trees? til the dark turns light That nigga seen us, you actin? like there's no beef between us Act like, he ain't got cream swayin? The dope fiends around the co'na You [unverified] he got me on'na Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin? with his silence (Sho' man) Just like I thought, he about to get caught They goin? all out in the backseat suckin? 'em off Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose? em (Alright) Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small When he used to ball and mess with Polly down the hall Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame Gotta [unverified] with his name, Im'a put in his brain But slow down, he's pullin? over, park right behind that Nova If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor He tryin? to draw attention to us This ain't the time, baby boy, this is about to blow up Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang Come on, let? s get gone, nigga it? s on a gang Swervin? in the rain and workin? the woodgrain We did about two [unverified] Now feel the pain And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it And it? s all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate Even the corner cowboy [unverified] hennesy straight Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction I sense tension here And some nigga over there's givin? us his undivided attention Aiyyo Rob, yo, is that this nigga (Who?) Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin' with choo? Want you want me to do? Who you want me to run over, and run through? With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true This nigga done did somethin? that he can't undo And anybody who came here with him deserves one too Is it true fuckin? up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow Keep the casket closed How you kids gonna get gay back to you, that? s how it goes Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south Up top it gon' stop Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin? at us In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Writer(s): Ricky Ross, T. Burton, D. Angelettie, D. Axelrod, N. Myrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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