🎵 In da Wind // by Trick Daddy

32 ContributorsIn da Wind Lyrics “In da Wind” is a song by American rapper Trick Daddy. Released as the first single from his fifth studio album Thug Holiday (2002), it features guest appearances from rappers Big Boi and Cee Lo Green and… Read More  [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