Goodie Mob
Goodie Mob is a hip-hop group based in Atlanta, Georgia that formed in 1991 and currently consists of members Cee-Lo, Khujo, T-Mo, and Big Gipp.
History
The group's name acts as a double backronym. As explained on the track "Fighting" on Soul Food, Goodie Mob means "the GOOD DIE Mostly Over Bullshit".
All four members were born in Atlanta, and the group is based there with the rest of the Dungeon Family, a collective that includes OutKast and P.A. (Parental Advisory). Goodie was first heard featured on several songs from OutKast's first album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik.
All four members had a feature cameo in the 1999 film, "Mystery Men" as a criminal gang known as The Not-So-Goodie-Mob.
Cee-Lo was the most visible member of the group prior to his departure in 2000 (among other projects, he was recording in collaboration with DJ Danger Mouse as Gnarls Barkley), while Big Gipp has made several rounds on other Dungeon Family members' albums, and T-Mo and Khujo form a duo within the group called The Lumberjacks.
Podcasts:
Goodie Mob
ALBUMS
- Age Against the Machine released: 2013
- A-Town Legends Volume 2 released: 2008
- Nuttin But Dat Goodie Mob released: 2005
- One Monkey Don't Stop No Show released: 2004
- World Party released: 1999
- Still Standing released: 1998
- Soul Food released: 1995
- Dirty South Classics released:
Age Against the Machine
Released 2013- U Don't Know What You Got (Intro)
- State of the Art (Radio Killa)
- Power
- Silence.... The New Hate (Interlude)
- I'm Set
- Valleujah
- Pinstripes
- Special Education
- Ghost of Gloria Goodchild
- Kolors
- Come As You Are
- Nexperiance
- The Both of Me
- Balls (Interlude)
- Amy
- Understanding
- Uncle Red's Interlude
- Father Time
Nuttin But Dat Goodie Mob
Released 2005- Mary Jane (instrumental)
- Cell Therapy (a cappella)
- Drag Em n tha River (instrumental)
- They Don't Dance No Mo (a cappella)
- Touch & Feel (unreleased)
- Whoa (instrumental)
- What Chu Know (a cappella)
- All A's (a cappella)
- Call Me (instrumental)
- Dirty South (a cappella)
- In My Shoes (unreleased)
- Players Ball (remix) (instrumental)
- Get Rich 2 Dis (a cappella)
- Oh No (instrumental)
- Black Ice (How High) (a cappella)
- What It Aint (Ghetto Enuff for Me)
- Who U Wit (instrumental) (club classic)
- Tear Da Club Up (instrumental)
- They Don't Dance No Mo (Crunk version)
- We Want Some Goodie (unreleased)
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I Refuse Limitation
by: Goodie MobBackbone:
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven
No more be buckin yo luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Khujo:
Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout
I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin in work
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt
One squirt
And you locked down forever
Can't run from reality
Lurking you closer and closer away
To the same old traps
Now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride
What side you on
It wasn't no I in team
Only in your dreams
Saturated with schemes
Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya
Fallin from his grace
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game
And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole
But that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary
Yea I could did my time standin on one foot
But see I fucked up royally
Thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street
Chorus:
Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse
Gipp:
That's the shit I like
Lord got the door
Shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling
Of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts
Because
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags
Boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore
Reform, refrain, we
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for
Clone me
Replace me wit me
Another nation inside a nation
Out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube
Layer of skin
Supply the crust
And we'll mix the fruit
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch em bleed
Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer
Yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like
T-Mo:
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over emotions runnin wild
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks
Feelin incomplete
Another story
Livin
Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga
Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you
If you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags
What's the news
But I refuse to lose
Chorus
Cee-Lo:
Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please
Of course I can slice some OZs
But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees
So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities
So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked
underpaid employees
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities
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