Goodie Mob – No Cigar (ft. Andre 3000) (Audio, Lyrics)

Goodie Mob is out with “No Cigar” featuring Andre 3000. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Goodie Mob No Cigar

Elusive though he may be, Andre 3000 hasn’t forgotten how to obliterate a track when necessary. And seeing as his longtime associates Goodie Mob have recently emerged with their first studio album since 2013, it would appear that the time has come. No wonder, as Three Stacks and The Mob go way back, two veterans of the Dungeon Family’s rise to Atlanta hip-hop greatness. Now, nearly thirty years down the line, the gang has reunited for “No Cigar,” a bouncy and nostalgic posse cut that finds Andre 3000 closing things out as only he can.

Though all parties hold it down admirably, it’s hard not to focus on Andre’s bars, seeing as they’re so damn rare in this modern landscape. Perhaps befitting of the occasion, Three Stacks takes it back to the formative years, spitting a slick and old-school flow scheme as reflects his days as a younger man. Possessing many strengths as an emcee, one of his biggest is his ability to bring fragmented snapshots of memory to life in such an evocative fashion; though “No Cigar” is far from his most vividly rendered work, it’s still a welcome addition to the canon all the same.

Goodie Mob – No Cigar (ft. Andre 3000)

Lyrics

Actually transcribing

[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm, mm

[Verse 1]
Big lock, the big butter, country boy deal
If you ain’t been to the moon, then you ain’t did shit
All the mansions and shit, you know we lived in ’em
Different countries and shit, you know we stayed in ’em
Felines when we land, all peaches
Them yachts, four, four, pink beaches
I don’t fuck with no battles, I don’t do that
I’ma shoot you, turn around and holler, “Who that?”
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, drop-top, high trees, ooh-wee
Ride a snakeskin, kill 12
Colorblind with a snotty nose, had face with a flat-top
Phones off, plug’s all night, vision drones up
(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee) Hunt you down at your residence
Where them white be’s like a Cuban in Cuba
No cigar, caviar, Cherokee
Blood in the mud like creek water
Tank killer, mutant with Holy Water

[Chorus]
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar

[Verse 2]
Monty P, Stone junior, nothin’ but the best (The best)
We top-shelf, who want smoke? We take your chest
Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that
Man, don’t think you untouchable in the land of Jack
Brrat, brrat, all them sticks in the heat of the night
Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight
Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news
I try to tell ’em but wisdom is too hot for a fool
I’m from the school of excellence, master of my craft
All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand
I still don’t dance, don’t bite my tongue for nobody
You could either fly away or come through somebody (Uh)

[Chorus]
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar

[Verse 3]
Uh, I smoke [?], hypnotic, [?]
A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, don’t father
Get [?], the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin’ better
The [?], the champagne is yellow, my mood is mellow
My waves, they hella, some teacher said music and use it
To be a lil’ business of witness to greatness
No patience, I’m ready to service, people
My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal
I’m startin’ the sequel, I’m threadin’ the needle, I’m juicin’ like Beetle
You’re closer than ever (Ayy), you’re callin’ the reverend (Ayy)
You praise to the Heavens (Ayy), to give ’em a lesson (Ayy)
You give a confession (Ayy), receivin’ the blessin’ (Ayy)
We live in the mansions (Ayy), yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Who want smoke? (Ayy) Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke? (You know it)
No cigar (No cigar), no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar

[Verse 4: André 3000]
Three hard like a saw

[Chorus]
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar