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Fly Away

This song is by Goodie Mob and appears on the album Still Standing (1998).

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Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

Written by:

Robert Barnett / Patrick Brown / Thomas Burton / Cameron Gipp / Willie Knighton / Ray Murray / Rico Wade

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