'Dro In Da Wind

feat. Cee-Lo

[talking]

Hah, haha

Less the south love to hear it.. (bang)

True Skerm.. Buddy Rolls..

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 nigga

Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga

Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy

You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky

Brought up eatin Spam made sandwich

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 motherfucker (ah-ha)

Always wrong and always in trouble

None of my teachers ain't like us (uh-huh)

But make it so bad, pro'ly had seven more like me

If you brought up they 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

With dope 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 bitch (uh-huh)

Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)

And when the minute I act a fool

Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)

That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga

Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga

Where it at? Bout a buck six five

and the nigga can't fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)

You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)

Beat 'em up, eat 'em up, then switch sides

[Cee-Lo]

Hot (?) work her con-con, valor to the floor

He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four

Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine

Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line

With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot

The fire, the fury, ya fuck 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, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds

Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose

Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze

You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this

Go off and get you hit, to silence yo' shit check, 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!

(Oooooooooh!)

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

Oooooooooh!

Oooooooooh!

[repeat Chorus]