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Some information about Thought Process Lyrics Title: Goodie Mob - Thought Process lyrics Artist: Goodie Mob Album: Soul Food Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Thought Process Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas From da down underground are hangin around the A-Town Lookin for a come upworkin from 9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget And if I start to get large and come up on some change I won t changeeverybody know they down It s not the sameeveryday life can be different These laws got me ready to ball Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make em meeteach and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the testwomen and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don t matter Young or old it s time we loc up and do like we suppose We killin each other over this bullshit and some clothes We re trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go So how U feel??? Frustratedirritatedsometimes I don t know myself I be too numb To feel something sometimes so I dig deepget in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my mind That s why I be smokin that dank sometimesit keeps me from snappin Keeps me calmkeeps my mind openkeeps me fond of what I gots to do Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feetand my little bro In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twainall my Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin Thru one of our episodesonly god knowswhut I go thru so I get down On my kneessometimes I come home too high to praybut I get on my bed Lay on my back and meditateanywayin the ceilingsthe four walls it s Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-Eput it Down on paper...So whut chu feel? I live for todaymotherfuck another hourit might be sour Never know my dayso I m prayin in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgivenessa witness to bad I m lookin for good in the SouthwestGod bless my neighborhood It s people killin in da street to eat Surviving the day is the only goat that I set Just to make it homeI m not alone Someone s out to get me when I haven t done shit wrong My head felt swollmista couldn t see past my mouth What route did you take man Caught me by that loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin tha traffic pass me by No questions I said nothing Lookin for tha mutant to be buckin Tha law nawman Gipp show him my shit Close my mouth then I dip See to me G is a person who understand tha plan Can t make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for tha Fedsright wing for tha hardheads Makin more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield Somebody don t want my face in tha placefor 96 shit s slick Got me cleanlookin freshdogs be scratchin at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who ain t non-iller than miller Wanna 12 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past Cuz ain t no future wanna millicamp your case Disgrace your facemake it seem to be safe But ain t no place to run... Sometimes I don t even know how I m gon eat Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shityou might see a nigga on tv But hell it s almost like I m rappin for free That little money be gone...got dammitI m grown Gotta help keep the heat and tights on It would be nice to have mo but I kinda like being po At least I know what my friends here fo I wanna lie to you sometimesbut I can t I wanna tell you that it s all goodbut it ain t It s nigga s hurtin and uncertain bout if they gon make it or not That s why we got nigga s killing Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won t make it as a whole Cause without you there d be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won t relieve yo stress God bless my...thought process The thought process... Now as an Outkast I was bornwasn t warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Lifebut yet life Done sent me through a lot of up s and down like it ain t nothing Like elevators but I ain t the one that s pushin the buttons I got off at the 13th floorwhen they told me that it wasn t one They said it skipped from 12 to 14 Still smokingstill drinkingno I m sittin on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have The devil s takin a swing that might explain the broken glass But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right Huhthe only thang we feared was WilliamsWayne Never though about hittin licks or slangin caine Didn t think I d be the one to give in to abortion Label me murder because my ass is scorchin Hot from the glock that sits under my seat Yeahit s real fucked up that my floks come to get me And it s like datyeah...and it s like dem! 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