In Da Wind - Trick Daddy feat Cee-Lo

Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too... see!

[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass n_gga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass n_gga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherf_cker (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
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
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

[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that b_tch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, n_ggaz lovin this sh_t (lovin this sh_t)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? B_tch f_ck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass n_gga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass n_gga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a n_gga can f_ck, 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 con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya f_ck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when sh_t's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya f_ck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, f_ckin with me wrong way to wise n_gga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a n_gga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young n_ggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]


[repeat Chorus]

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