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Correct Fo Yo Sorrows Lyrics
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[Intro: George Clinton] This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB! [Chorus:] For those who think life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standin there Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows [Big Boi (Too $hort):] Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe Back to the rhymin, back to the stick Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it We everywhere (BEEEITCH~! ) ... Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort [Too $hort:] Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE) Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (... NOPE! ) Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?) BEEEITCH~! [Chorus 1/2] [Big Boi:] Just to let you know that everything is straight I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin with a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste [gunshot] Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines? 'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing! 'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please! [Chours] [Bridge, then Outro: George Clinton] Don't want no girlfriends Just need my dope (I just need my dope) One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke (I'm behind in my smoke) On the back burner, you can just simmer around But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one (Roll it up... fire that shit up) A fat one - fire it up! A fat, fat, fat one... This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB! Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent Take another huff and puff and choke and toke Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~! 'Cause this is the dope-on-dope... some GOOD shit... Yeaaaaaaahh... Lean back and puff slow...
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