locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another When it's your brother? Still standing
Yo, we gon' do it like this Straight out the parts that they disregard Never considered okay Now don't get mad, nigga get glad Goodie got them brand
What makes the dogs hollar, what makes the bouls roll? But I ain't got none 'cause most be gettin' old After two weeks slidin' in the rain After the Braves
Hey, someone tell me, it's just about over Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah Someone tell me, it's just about over Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah Well I'm lonely
banded I recite about bein' free only to a certain extent In a country run by a president That doesn't know a single resident In my 'hood it is good
down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing [Verse
Vertaling: Goodie Mob. Still Standing.
when I look at you, I see my reflection So I offer my love, affection and protection Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom-line is You're still my sister
time, to cheap flicks, good picks Paid hard, watch the hard turn sideways Pick the tale for real sales to those who lose cash Players keep your life for now Feelin good
twice, I love long summer nights Four records deep, and I still get stage fright From small towns to the big city night lights [Chorus: Goodie Mob]
(feat. Chiefton) "Uh-huh, been here been real Still clear South West Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it
Yo, we gon do it like this Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard Never considered . . . ok Now don't get mad, nigga get glad Goodie got them
I recite about bein' free Only to a certain extent In a country run by a president That doesn't know a single resident In my 'hood It is good Or that
(feat. Backbone) [Backbone:] One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's
[Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others][singing] Heyy, so they tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah So they tell me, it's just
want (What you want, what you want) If I felt like everything was good Maybe then I could knock on wood To protect the good That surrounds my innermost
[Big Gipp:] What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll? But I ain't got none, cause most be gettin' old After two weeks slidin' in the rain
locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing [
