Artist: Goodie Mob
Album:  Still Standing
Song:   Fly Away
Author: notorious98@hotmail.com

Big Gipp

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

Chorus
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]

Chorus

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

Chorus

Repeat Chorus