I Told Ya (feat. Cee-Lo & Bun-B)

Deep South, you already know what it is

Solid Gold Cee-Lo Green

Me Against Mob shit

We don't play no games at all

We are always aiming at y'all

All I got to do is think it and that's all

And I'm telling you so I know I told ya

And I told him, then I told her

I'm older, I'm a soldier

Can you feel it folk, it's colder

Yeah, Gift don't play no basketball

But I make your sister climb the wall

Hopscotch, dodge ball, throw rocks at y'all

Kinfolks on the set put the world on pause, yeah

Status hood slang slum where I come from

Yum yum, more paper is the outcome

Atlanta black cracker, and stunt nut cracker

Small arm pack a millionaire money stacker

Tip toe hat low when I float through

Big body cruise ships on the avenue

Move in silence with a bunch of violence

Touch you up, leave you on the floor like a pallet

Make your first scream, "Yeah my main buttercup"

Keep swinging, dropping knees till she get enough

Nicknamed Ghetto Game, yeah daily

Hoping that the streets don't kill me for the daily

We don't play no games at all

We are always aiming at y'all

All I got to do is think it and that's all

And I'm telling you so I know I told ya

And I told him, then I told her

I'm older, I'm a soldier

Can you feel it folk, it's colder

Yo, ayo it's Leezy Lee, I ain't heard of y'all

We worldwide units, some places like murder y'all

And we don't play games, that's what I tell the haters

I'm trying to get a bust with an elevator

I'm serious with it, and I'm finna start

Fucking with antiques and expensive art

In tune with the cash car

I got a crystal pool table with the glass bar

I say I play no way man day

I feel I'm God first, second family

Give me a solid fan base and a house in Miami

Two cars, fuck awards, you can keep your Grammy

In school they was saying (What they say?)

You can't make a million dollar deal with tattoos on your hand

Now to them I'm saying (What you say?)

Kiss my ass bitch

But I ain't even like that

We don't play no games at all

We are always aiming at y'all

All I got to do is think it and that's all

And I'm telling you so I know I told ya

And I told him, then I told her

I'm older, I'm a soldier

Can you feel it folk, it's colder

Well go on and grab a fresh fitted hat and lace your J's up

A brand new tall tee and fire the haze up

Big Bun B to the coach, calling plays up

Guarantee we shut the game down before the day's up

Been a while since we was slanging out the days in

Moving that work out and bringing them J's in

Used to eat, drink, sleep and shit on the block

Seen **** killed and get they wig split on the block

Now it's 2005 and them days of the past

I'm knee deep in the rap game hurting they ass

Me and that boy Cee we put it down in the South

Talk down get a forty-four round in your mouth

Can't tell me bout work baby if you don't cook

As far as this trill shit go, we wrote the book (that's what's up)

So recognize your regulations and rules

Cause me, Gift and Leezy Lee ain't got no patience for fools

We don't play no games at all

We are always aiming at y'all

All I got to do is think it and that's all

And I'm telling you so I know I told ya

And I told him, then I told her

I'm older, I'm a soldier

Can you feel it folk, it's colder

We don't play no games at all

We are always aiming at y'all

All I got to do is think it and that's all

And I'm telling you so I know I told ya

And I told him, then I told her

I'm older, I'm a soldier

Can you feel it folk, it's colder