Fo Yo Sorrows

[George Clinton - Intro]

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 wit a great

Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste

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]

[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]

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...