Goodie Mob - Goodie Bag (Instrumental)

[@russellwright9961]

In an interview, Organized Noize mentioned that they were just playing around when they were producing OutKast first album, which is a classic, and didn’t get really serious until Goodie Mob’s first album! And this track is SERIOUS genius work!

[@Dixon_Cider407]

The instrumental of instrumentals. Thank you, sir.

[@daprofessanixon]

Thanks for posting this. I literally downloaded the original album last week, listened to this song, and had a craving to freestyle to this beat--and here it is :)

[@DesertEagle90]

Been looking for this for ages!!! Thanks a lot!

[@ricooke2939]

I kid you not. When this came out, I had a crew who wrote to this for at least 2 hours.

[@danablaqsmith474]

FIYAH 🔥💗👊

[@cali2br]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[@eddieolsqool7103]

I just found this in my crates , I’m gonna post it on EBay Fam, 2X wax Lps

[@MerkhVision]

Can someone pls remind me what the name of the song Curren$y made to this beat is?

[@PeterBagjuice]

Damn wish I knew cuz, I love Currensy

[@Iamthecool90]

The only thing that matters

[@Indastreets4life]

These verses getting old, the setting cold Forgetting bold predictions I was dumb enough to make When the feelings ain't mutual some I'll love to hate Sources know my fortress hidden in eyesight Don't need no more snakes hissing in my life Precisely slice the side of your head, cutting niggas up See you on the Blvd with a shoulder shot Get all your soldiers dropped With a heartless mob Laughing as I arc this Glock The party stop You hardly pop Got mad macs and AR's I'm a lethal weapon, fucking with me you better have a brave heart

[@janepatton8100]

Interesting... I don't smoke the Cannabis, but can I bus I'm in a zone where they don't educate us, so can I bus. Force us to flee our community ripping it apart This life is rough (ruff), meaning life's a bitch who loves to bark This be that spark, that started that Olympic torch Stuck on the porch, I could've never left this world scorched I had to get up, get out, get my own fork Making a mill (meall) by investing in my Black core Your life's a bore (boar) and I'm not hunting for no Turkey bacon I love that swine and I don't mind if it's only yours I'm taking Wait a second, I thought you were all bout elevating But who cares when it's niggas that they're hating Now they claiming Antisemitism, natzi Your astigmatism, does not see Clearly if you can watch the other guys die, Yahtzee And not see a problem with that hypocrisy Now I'm all thumbs with the funds (Fonze), Dropping dimes on inequality They going to need some Benadryl, but we ain't scratching the surface This still bumps, sends chills thru the epidermis Like a furnace, this heat will still burn us Blood earnest like a sermon, we gotta be careful to handle this gift with discernment

[@janepatton8100]

Not bad, but your content is cliche. Why brag about shooting your brother? Dare to be different.

[@lilripsta1995]

@@janepatton8100 He ain't shooting his brothers he just shootings stutters S s s s ss see you can tell he just copying phonies I be the real lex Luther with the rugers silent shooters Body looters quick to execute see the spiders off the coupe Twenty inches with leather however most wanna endeavor But they ain't clever watch me sever his spirit from body Now he getting a taste of Illuminati raise my Kundalini Energy synergy deadly radiated at a thousand degrees Bring enemies to the knees ya know my steez Creed's I only live by angels in the skies no ribbons for circling eyes Riding folks intincts fear of black nation on the brinks I see ya hiding under the covers now think? Sink Into ya soul deeper than black hole rhymes make ya fold I'm bold as Doritos see my bullets ten fold bodies mold From the souls that I dimmed they glow it's slow mo He been running from battlefields stuck in his own will Cuz I he know his pitches will get swung like G Sheffield

[@lilripsta1995]

You ain't popping nuthing but the gums scraps for crumbs You sitting as the earth scumb let the bullets give ya yums Body food for ya soul fool I'm a master sensei triggers say Talking to ya brain mayne you aint Killin shit but ya brain- cells I sink ya energy faster than the titantic fakes can't stand it As I unfold rap Atlantis standing on two sides like Janus Learn ya manners hulk with incredible banners See ya flows still need work like drug perks Novice blocks you're Glocks ain't hot you just a bad crop Gone bad it's too damn sad another brother dead dreads Only the ancestors memory see what ya made me Do to you no tears no more all out holy wars no cars We riding wisdoms wave see thirty souls craves airwaves I'm gashing all the fishes with no dishes to wash slosh My girls vesica watch for the cresica game uno Contenders flows moving through crowds like mind venders

[@Indastreets4life]

@@lilripsta1995 You whack, you lack depth, step to someone in your miniature level Where is God in this sinister ghetto Its sad I see you trying but may be one day you'll get there I bet you wrote those rhymes as you was going to get your welfare

[@TheJeneralJ.U.-ICEForever]

None is as brazen or bold as GA.

[@janepatton8100]

This beat slaps... I don't smoke the Cannabis, but can I bus I'm in a zone where they don't educate us, so can I bus. Force us to flee our community ripping it apart This life is rough (ruff), meaning life's a bitch who loves to bark This be that spark, that started that Olympic torch Stuck on the porch, I could've never left this world scorched I had to get up, get out, get my own fork Making a meal (mill) by investing in my Black core Your life's a bore (boar) and I'm not hunting for no Turkey bacon I love that swine and I don't mind if it's only yours I'm taking Wait a second, I thought you were all bout elevating But who cares when it's niggas that they're hating Now they claiming Antisemitism natzi Your astigmatism does not see Clearly, if you can watch the other guys die, Yahtzee And not see a problem with that hypocrisy Now I'm all thumbs with the funds (Fonze), Dropping dimes on inequality They going to need some Benadryl, but we ain't scratching the surface This still bumps, sends chills thru the epidermis Like a furnace, this heat will still burn us Blood earnest like a sermon, we gotta be careful to handle this gift with discernment