Released on June 18, 2002

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[Intro: Trick Daddy]

Hah, haha

That's just the sound of the Hen'..

True Story.. Buddy Roe..

They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)

Thank God for the thugs too...


[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]

Drop the top and let the sunshine in

With the 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


[Verse 1: 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

Growed up eatin spam sandwiches

Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich

Share the room with bout four mo' brothers

But wasn't no mo' room and wattn't no mo' covers

A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)

Always rude and always in trouble

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

But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me

If you growed up the way I did

You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids

(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids


[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]

Drop the top and let the sunshine in

With the woodgrain, let the twenties 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


[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]

Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)

Candy-apple green, niggas lovin this shit (lovin this shit)

And when I'm in it, I'll 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

Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five

And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)

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

Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides


[Verse 3: Cee-Lo Green]

Hot whore work her Sean John velour 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 done chose, cuz my jewelry froze

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

Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, 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!) (Trick love the kids!)


[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]

Drop the top and let the sunshine in

With the 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

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Look now beyond the rims and all the 'dro

The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke

Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box

In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block

Is it the cheeferry reefer be blowin my chest up

Be riding from the club trying my best not to mess up

A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain

Of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fade

Aviator shades with a mirror front face

Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace

Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I jumped a pair of Reeboks

So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks

Then I slip on some of that O with the wings

I bust it straight out the pack like a three piece

Prophylactic, before you splack it

You gotta prepare it and mack it, wear your jacket or it's tragic

Not intended for any illegal purposes

It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us

(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)

(Trick love the kids!)


[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]

Drop the top and let the sunshine in

With the 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