[Talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..

True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...


[Hook: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in

With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the !@&@e and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind

With the 'dro in the wind

[Trick Daddy]

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass ^!$$%
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass ^!$$%
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy

You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich

Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad mother$#&@er (ah-ha)

Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me

If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids


[Hook: Cee-Lo]


[Trick Daddy]
Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that (*##$ (uh-huh)
Candy-apple green, ^!$$%s lovin this %#@! (lovin this %#@!)

And when I'm in it, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? (*##$ $#&@ you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass ^!$$%

Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass ^!$$%
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a ^!$$% can $#&@, plus the boy gets live (that's right)

You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides


[Cee-Lo]
Hot !@^% work her Sean John velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four

Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya $#&@ with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when %#@!'s hot, ya get shot

The fire, the fury, ya $#&@ with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place

Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, $#&@in with me wrong way to wise ^!$$%
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds

Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a ^!$$% know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze

You know how it goes, these young ^!$$%s don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash

Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!

(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)

[Hook: Cee-Lo]


[Big Boi]
Look now beyond the rims and all the 'dro

The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluctches of danger but not a stranger on the block

Is it the cheeferry reefer be blowin my chest up
Be riding from the club trying my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fade

Aviator shades with a mirror front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jumped a pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks

Then I slip on some of that O with the wings
I bust it straight out the pack like a three piece
Prophylactic, before you splack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, wear your jacket or it's tragic
Not intended for any illegal purposes

It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murderous
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)

[Hook: Cee-Lo]