I Told Ya ft. Cee-Lo & Bun B

Ali & Gipp

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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 niggas 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