In Da Wind

[talking]<br>Hah, haha<br>That`s just the sound of the Hen`..<br>True Story.. Buddy Roe..<br>They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)<br>Thank God for the thugs too...<br><br>[Chorus: Cee-Lo]<br>Drop the top and let the sunshine in<br>With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin<br>Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen`<br>It`s quite alright, with the `dro in the wind,<br>with the `dro in the wind<br><br>[Trick Daddy]<br>I`m a ol` sneaky, ol` freaky, ol` geechy-ass nigga<br>Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga<br>Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy<br>You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky<br>Growed up eatin spam sandwiches<br>Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich<br>Share the room with bout four mo` brothers<br>But one home for `em and wattn`t no mo` covers<br>A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)<br>Always rude and always in trouble<br>None of my teachers ain`t like me (uh-huh)<br>But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo` like me<br>If you growed up the way I did<br>You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids<br>(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids<br><br>[Chorus: Cee-Lo]<br><br>[Trick Daddy]<br>Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)<br>Candy-apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)<br>And when I`m in it, I`ll act a fool<br>Ya don`t like how I`m livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)<br>That`s right I`m a rude-ass nigga<br>Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga<br>Weighin` in at bout a buck six-five<br>And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that`s right)<br>You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)<br>Eat `em up, beat `em up, then switch sides<br><br>[Cee-Lo]<br>Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the floor<br>He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four<br>Be sure and acquire more `fore ya fuck with mine<br>Disrespect; I`ll disconnect ya line<br>With a sick SWAT, when shit`s hot, ya get shot<br>The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not<br>Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face<br>Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place<br>Recognize, this is the verbalize<br>Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga<br>Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds<br>Big ol` bankrolls, that`s all a nigga know<br>Throw yo` elbows, I`m sicker than I suppose<br>Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze<br>You know how it goes, these young niggaz don`t want it like this<br>Go off and get yo` gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!<br>So pass, outlast, bout cash<br>Mo` sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash<br>Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo` scrilla<br>Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain`t no killa!<br>(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)<br><br>[Chorus: Cee-Lo]<br><br>[Big Boi]<br>Look at what we got; the rims and all the `dro<br>The `dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke<br>Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box<br>In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block<br>Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?<br>Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up<br>A professor of this lyrical thang, I`ll take the purist strain<br>of this slang and inject it into your veins<br>Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame<br>Aviator shades with a rear front face<br>Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace<br>Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race<br>To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks<br>So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks<br>Then I slip on some of that O with the wings<br>I`m bustin straight out the path like a three piece<br>of va-lac-tic, before you slack it<br>You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic<br>not intended for any illegal purposes`<br>it`s like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us<br>(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)<br>(Trick love the kids!)<br><br>[Chorus: Cee-Lo]