| Song | Play Your Flutes |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Album | One Monkey Don't Stop No Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
| People play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you | |
| Hustlers play your flutes | |
| Players play your flutes | |
| Gangstas play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you [Kurupt] | |
| My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
| It's different, sip on some ripple and here's where you stash the nickle | |
| And baby a little pot of dough, | |
| I got fly hoes already bitch | |
| And I started pimping an hour ago | |
| Uh, I know that you be watching | |
| Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
| I circulate the | |
| West And what | |
| I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
| Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
| Cadillac and | |
| Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
| Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
| Hang on, and don't you let go | |
| I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
| Gipp, they just don't get | |
| Gipp, they can't fuck with us | |
| Keep it moving in motion we | |
| Dungeon Family baby | |
| And I give to fuckers just the way | |
| Los Angeles made me | |
| All my [Chorus: only the first third] [T-Mo] | |
| Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
| You don't have a clue | |
| To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
| Execute your plan, to the fullest 3-4 taking me from coast to coast | |
| Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
| G-Mo-B style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
| Baby from the bottom to the top | |
| We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
| From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest 'bout to blow | |
| With the Mo- | |
| B for life, | |
| Goodie Mo- | |
| B lumberjacking | |
| Packing knowledge of self, | |
| I hope our lyric help | |
| Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
| Coming together for 2004 | |
| That's how it go, nigga | |
| You know the | |
| Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
| Mo' That's how it go [Big Gipp] | |
| Gangstas, you ain't gotta kill a man, try | |
| Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
| Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
| Like some honey baked toast | |
| Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
| In the lord | |
| I pray, but the | |
| S-K Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
| Holding my nuts everytime | |
| I don't run | |
| Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
| PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
| Slide to the left baby | |
| I'mma hit it right | |
| Came into the front yard, on-on-one fist fight | |
| O. G.'s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
| And if they try my mama house, | |
| I'll take the first flight | |
| The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
| They got them folks sniffing 'round my pine, | |
| I'm gone [Chorus: only the first two-thirds] [Khujo] | |
| Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
| Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
| It's your boy ' | |
| Jo Goodie, and people don't shoot | |
| I hope I get to y'all in one piece | |
| Cuz tomorrow ain't promised, | |
| I hid in the belly of the beast | |
| Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
| HIV running rapid in my community | |
| Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
| People sleeping, on the street | |
| So it ain't all | |
| G-double O- | |
| D Don't think | |
| I got it gravy when you see ' | |
| Jo Goodie on | |
| TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
| But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
| Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
| But y'all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
| Now I'm a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
| Happily married with four kids, and | |
| I'll still split your wig [Chorus] [Outro: Kurupt (overlap the chorus)] | |
| Real G'd Up | |
| Goodie Mob | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti J-Wells, | |
| Bonzi J-Wells | |
| Dungeon... |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
| People play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you | |
| Hustlers play your flutes | |
| Players play your flutes | |
| Gangstas play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you Kurupt | |
| My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
| It' s different, sip on some ripple and here' s where you stash the nickle | |
| And baby a little pot of dough, | |
| I got fly hoes already bitch | |
| And I started pimping an hour ago | |
| Uh, I know that you be watching | |
| Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
| I circulate the | |
| West And what | |
| I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
| Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
| Cadillac and | |
| Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
| Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
| Hang on, and don' t you let go | |
| I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
| Gipp, they just don' t get | |
| Gipp, they can' t fuck with us | |
| Keep it moving in motion we | |
| Dungeon Family baby | |
| And I give to fuckers just the way | |
| Los Angeles made me | |
| All my Chorus: only the first third TMo | |
| Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
| You don' t have a clue | |
| To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
| Execute your plan, to the fullest 34 taking me from coast to coast | |
| Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
| GMoB style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
| Baby from the bottom to the top | |
| We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
| From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest ' bout to blow | |
| With the Mo | |
| B for life, | |
| Goodie Mo | |
| B lumberjacking | |
| Packing knowledge of self, | |
| I hope our lyric help | |
| Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
| Coming together for 2004 | |
| That' s how it go, nigga | |
| You know the | |
| Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
| Mo' That' s how it go Big Gipp | |
| Gangstas, you ain' t gotta kill a man, try | |
| Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
| Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
| Like some honey baked toast | |
| Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
| In the lord | |
| I pray, but the | |
| SK Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
| Holding my nuts everytime | |
| I don' t run | |
| Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
| PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
| Slide to the left baby | |
| I' mma hit it right | |
| Came into the front yard, ononone fist fight | |
| O. G.' s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
| And if they try my mama house, | |
| I' ll take the first flight | |
| The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
| They got them folks sniffing ' round my pine, | |
| I' m gone Chorus: only the first twothirds Khujo | |
| Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
| Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
| It' s your boy ' | |
| Jo Goodie, and people don' t shoot | |
| I hope I get to y' all in one piece | |
| Cuz tomorrow ain' t promised, | |
| I hid in the belly of the beast | |
| Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
| HIV running rapid in my community | |
| Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
| People sleeping, on the street | |
| So it ain' t all | |
| Gdouble O | |
| D Don' t think | |
| I got it gravy when you see ' | |
| Jo Goodie on | |
| TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
| But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
| Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
| But y' all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
| Now I' m a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
| Happily married with four kids, and | |
| I' ll still split your wig Chorus Outro: Kurupt overlap the chorus | |
| Real G' d Up | |
| Goodie Mob | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti JWells, | |
| Bonzi JWells | |
| Dungeon... |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Gipp, Knighton ... | |
| People play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you | |
| Hustlers play your flutes | |
| Players play your flutes | |
| Gangstas play your flutes | |
| I hope I get to you Kurupt | |
| My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons | |
| It' s different, sip on some ripple and here' s where you stash the nickle | |
| And baby a little pot of dough, | |
| I got fly hoes already bitch | |
| And I started pimping an hour ago | |
| Uh, I know that you be watching | |
| Trying to play with my intelligence, | |
| I circulate the | |
| West And what | |
| I calculate baby just from you taking up my time | |
| Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine | |
| Cadillac and | |
| Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa | |
| Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer | |
| Hang on, and don' t you let go | |
| I got game to make the rain freeze like snow | |
| Gipp, they just don' t get | |
| Gipp, they can' t fuck with us | |
| Keep it moving in motion we | |
| Dungeon Family baby | |
| And I give to fuckers just the way | |
| Los Angeles made me | |
| All my Chorus: only the first third TMo | |
| Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue | |
| You don' t have a clue | |
| To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody | |
| Execute your plan, to the fullest 34 taking me from coast to coast | |
| Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni | |
| GMoB style, that how we ride to the fullest | |
| Baby from the bottom to the top | |
| We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining | |
| From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest ' bout to blow | |
| With the Mo | |
| B for life, | |
| Goodie Mo | |
| B lumberjacking | |
| Packing knowledge of self, | |
| I hope our lyric help | |
| Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation | |
| Coming together for 2004 | |
| That' s how it go, nigga | |
| You know the | |
| Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga | |
| Mo' That' s how it go Big Gipp | |
| Gangstas, you ain' t gotta kill a man, try | |
| Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line | |
| Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt | |
| Like some honey baked toast | |
| Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day | |
| In the lord | |
| I pray, but the | |
| SK Spray a little bit then the police will come | |
| Holding my nuts everytime | |
| I don' t run | |
| Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the | |
| PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights | |
| Slide to the left baby | |
| I' mma hit it right | |
| Came into the front yard, ononone fist fight | |
| O. G.' s from the hood told me to keep my shit right | |
| And if they try my mama house, | |
| I' ll take the first flight | |
| The same niggaz that said they had my back | |
| They got them folks sniffing ' round my pine, | |
| I' m gone Chorus: only the first twothirds Khujo | |
| Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes | |
| Hustlas pick up your flutes | |
| It' s your boy ' | |
| Jo Goodie, and people don' t shoot | |
| I hope I get to y' all in one piece | |
| Cuz tomorrow ain' t promised, | |
| I hid in the belly of the beast | |
| Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat | |
| HIV running rapid in my community | |
| Teen pregnancies, children having children | |
| People sleeping, on the street | |
| So it ain' t all | |
| Gdouble O | |
| D Don' t think | |
| I got it gravy when you see ' | |
| Jo Goodie on | |
| TV I know this gon be the death of me | |
| But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli | |
| Last year, the devil tried to kill me | |
| But y' all showed mercy, on him, he pleased | |
| Now I' m a below the knee amputee, back on the street | |
| Happily married with four kids, and | |
| I' ll still split your wig Chorus Outro: Kurupt overlap the chorus | |
| Real G' d Up | |
| Goodie Mob | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti JWells, | |
| Bonzi JWells | |
| Dungeon... |