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In da Wind
Trick Daddy, Big Boi, CeeLo Green
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Huh
That's just the sound of the Hen'
Truth serum
That's what we call 'em
And God for the thugs too
Buddy Roe
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
It's quite alright with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' spam 'n' sandwich up
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four mo' brothers
With one home phone, wasn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (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 (ooh)
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooh) Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
It's quite alright with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind
Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy-apple green, niggas lovin' this shit (lovin' this shit)
And when I'm in it, I'll act a fool
You don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch, fuck you (uh-huh)
And that's right, I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' at 'bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, 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
Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the floor
He rather injure with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
The style 'n' the grace, get out my space and my face
'Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place
Recognize, wish you could verbalize
Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong ain't wise nigga
Hos, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hos done chose, 'cause my jewelry froze
You know how it go, these young niggas don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, 'bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, or go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Ooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
It's quite alright with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
It's quite alright with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind
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 clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block
It's the chiefery reefer be blowin' my chest up
Be ridin' 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 wit' 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 murder us (yeah)
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids)
(Trick love the kids)
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
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