Fly Away Songtext
von Goodie Mob

[Cee-Lo]
Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh

Verse 1
[Big Gipp]
Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise?
With two slices of toasted bread on a napkin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason, look here boy, ain't no fuckin flaw
I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
See I'm a rest, uh, look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights
Crystalize so nice when I think twice. I love long summer nights
Four record deep, and I still get stage fright.
Small towns to the big city night life.

Hook
If you don't like what I say,
Fly away, fly away.
If you don't like where I stay,
Fly away, Uh huh.


Verse 2
[T-Mo]
There's a Ghetto in every city (know dat) politicians (slangin) slurs hoppin the natural urge
Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go, drinkin alcohol, ready to call Earl,
It's your world black man. Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
Affordin legal houses so when a scene like the hand is took
Then documented it in his book how these niggas shook the world with the hook,
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac

Verse 3
[Khujo]
Now git, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you, off pair of rooms, too
That you so gone off that'that PCP, that thought so letting another man sample your wine
Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
Makin kin bruise they skin, secretaries terminated after seein' her boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, ha. How's about burned at the stake like the rest of them sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still went both ways
Ain't no due process for boys that become girls or versa vice'a
Field niggas control this, then the hollow-point tip on this gay-rights activist,
A ghetto gang we all familiar with, now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today? Fly away (fly away now)

Hook


Verse 4
[Cee-Lo]
Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of these niggas still think we soft.
And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you startin to piss me off
Huh huh huh. Oh yes yall, Shawty he got that silky southern drawl.
E'ry tooth in my mouth got gold on em all, I'm is slum
And we don't want to bad blood, but it is some, it is some.
Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me, nigga really think he got mo' game than me.
Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around and make me click like a magic trick
Eh heh heh. Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep, and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and uh, we don't like to kill, but we will. Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit,
When we on your side of town we don't ask why,
We abide by the rules that yall live by.
And see you welcome to come, you welcome to stay, but any disrespect,
We will make yo' ass fly away.

Hook