| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 1:05 | 
|
|||
|
Navem nu, cuando sol
Tutu nu, vondo nos nu Vita em, no continous non Nos nu ekta nos sepe ta, amen You can be sure Some will owe to get high you may hurt till you cry You may die... (you may die) Keep on trying (keep on trying) Till it's summer, in the city Till it's summer, in the city |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:50 |
|
|||
|
From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction Speakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I ryhme for y'all, I'm lookin to prove a point kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post Lodge *Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac (x2) This ol sucka MC stepped up to me Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin I say look boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this Let me explain on this child style so you don't miss I grew up to myself not round no park bench just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post slums *Repeat It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool now I'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through now Don't you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it Now tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We'll rap for food" My face is bawled up cuz I ain't in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the windex Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E. Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin but in the middle we stay calm we just drop...... |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:03 |
|
|||
|
Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison *Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody say O-Yea-yer *Repeat Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender, ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say... *Repeat Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay *Repeat |
||||||
| 4. |
| 4:08 |
|
|||
|
Uhh
As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants We finna enhance your brain, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo' just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call *Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies Yo, we take no shit, like ummm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine *Repeat Okay, like this, yeah yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times for Legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times OutKast and it don't stop One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop Four times OutKast and it don't stop *Repeat |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:02 |
|
|||
|
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:48 |
|
|||
|
Something's gotta give!
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king, bankhead Verse One: Big Boi Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I go Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now You up to par and ready fo yo lesson I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls Girl when you givin up them draws, cause I got a couple of niggaz down the hall That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin selfish Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis Cause the postman rings twice... Hey Mr. Postman.... Chorus: repeat 2X power, power, I come gimme some tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car let's travel far, tha southern star shines Verse Two: Dre Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you) record companies act like pimps Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother and a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof" Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth Poof, back in the real world where birds fly From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed besides they own Chorus Verse Three: Big Boi There's some hoes in this house, damn right I'm thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my Cadi-llac Back, don't ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whores Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin necklace You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder i know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they go the other route turn each other out burn each other out where a bonified nigga like me can't even get no back rub these days ain't that bleak on they part but let me hold it down cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart now that's hard while we rantin and ravin bout gats nigga they made them gats they got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at Chorus: Ooooh, I fear the battle's just begun Ooooh, though we're here someday we will be gone so i'm hopin, wishin, prayin to keep my faith in you, in you (yo, yo, yo in background) I'm fascinated by the way yo nipples peak at me through yo blouse freaky me, freaky you can't help but be aroused 'scuse me lord less for thinkin but that's the way we was brought up sneakin to watch playboy at night we all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls is alot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels durin P.E., we'd be exploring each others privates hunchin with all our clothes on until we felt excited then, aaaah oh now its on from here on out put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what i'm talkin bout now if two hearts done walk on out and i see you on the next song they call it horny Because its devilish now see we dead wrong Chorus People don't know the stress i'm dealing with day to day Speakin about the feeling i'm possessing for Rene Mopin around and wondering where she stay saw her last that she lay give it another day i say but the lord he taketh away now give it back lawd cause that's like backboards without the rims me and my auntie was tight like southwest before the pinks moved in like the niggas that owned the ligour store crack cocaine, pimps and whores livin up on this earth before a nigga like daddy was born but they makin a scene that my music and crime are a team but i'm speakin the truth not dreams so what in the fuck they mean my lyrics ain't clean Chorus |
||||||
| 8. |
| 1:59 |
|
|||
|
Verse One: Big Boi
In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he Verse Two: Andre I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time I kept on rhymin, not complainin Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop But to each his own, my speech is gon', keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy then I'm happy Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors Like that... |
||||||
| 9. |
| 5:20 |
|
|||
|
Verse 1:
Revolutionary scary Thought provoking spoken Words of a chain I don't feel but I see visions from me at twenty three making us free in my community one day is what I live for ain't thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it till I get with Adapt and overcome oh hum hum Go get my gun load up for fun and put down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade I know its through them plenty figures cocaine dealers walk the wrong side up in they rides, looking cleaner then I seen them the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking G's In the South Indies my nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles off in the hood Knowing each and every nigger sellin', but can you blame the fact the only way a brother can survive the game the block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings in fair times so writing rhymes it ain't just the police we kill each other just lost another brother fast living will get you took, thinking it can't happen to you and then it do off crooked schemes its just a dream floating face down in the mainstream Chorus: Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream that's why some are found floating face down in the main stream Verse 2: They swan divin' fit they name be thrashing an album go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened? be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and wrong ingredients, maybe too much herbs and spices, maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same so I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta My alta mater be that I follow I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow I hope you vomit, won't call no names cause that's not my job it just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are but if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel but then it might get ugly cause trust me niggas do feel the way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus we kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers face down, face down, face down (Chorus) Verse 3: I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live when you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal me crudball business giving niggers inches so here, take a foot luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes, experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours, process momma moping like jerry meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery never to obtain another level of con-science only to test, to poke and see why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed ??? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny but a missle will take it all the way just as quick as you can say I wish I never did what I did now face this bid it was the company you kept, the many places you slept when you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap contributing to sin and your nigga bitch in the court showing paper thin got you niggers where they want you again, floating face down in the mainstream thats why, thats why, thats why (Chorus) Verse 4: Everybody's a player, rubbin them kangols on their head thinking its all about your clothes, nigger its all about your self the way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head to dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery you know the history about this clique bitch oh, what, you want me to call you slut? then why you fucking all them niggers letting them all up in your guts but see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even my partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven in the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits in the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish (Chorus x4 |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:59 |
|
|||
|
Verse One: Cool Breeze
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we took from the warehouse I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just tell everybody who us a dime It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang" (It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang! East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...) Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, it won't be over Check this out Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote? On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up and sang... Verse Three: Big Gipp Took me a long time to get here Long time man I'm talkin about, years, and years Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers If you don't educate yourself Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid? Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad Lookin to get my Goodie feel I'm broke in like some old men Who'd stop dem or would stop I'm droppin lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to dream It's ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear that bitch scream? (It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...) |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:09 |
|
|||
|
[Dre]
Me and everything around me, is unstable like Chernobyl Ready to go at any moment, jumpin like a pogo stick Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience Expect the worse but now I'm pacin, back and forth Inside I'm melting like water on wicked witches A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences I had the best of life in my clinches but monkey wrenches was thrown Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long I fall asleep before the endin, don't even get to say Amen I hope He understand I be on bended knees At times, I think I'm crazy, so I say forget it Or maybe it's the devil infiltrating and like Riddick...Bowe I've been fighting this since them fetus days I count from one to twenty, when I'm through, repeat the phrase It's just a phase, it's gon all pass, but that gets old too I'm weakening like a deacon doin dirt What am I supposed to do? Chorus: Dre Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh (Planets and stars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh (Earth, Jupiter, Mars) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh (Hoes, clothes, cars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh (It's who you are) [Big Boi] See, from bedknobs to broomsticks, we lookin to start some new shit I'm writin this rhyme in faith, so when you hear it, hope you true it My nigga, you do it like swooshes, the lyrical cleanse and new zits Wipin away your germs and fillin your cranium with juices See Mo goes on, my slick flow flows on Straight from west Savannah, Georgia, but the S.W.A.T.S. is my home Never go wrong cuz the click is tighter than gnat ass and that bad Mosquito, now we goes, I'm proud of you peoples For sellin your crack in sacks, I'm glad I'm white not Black Shit, on the real, that's how them whiteys really act When your back was turned, them slackers learned and now we fallin apart You lookin me in my eye, but you ain't feelin me in your heart Yes, yes Lord, give me the power within the final hour These niggaz, they leavin me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower Now or never, let's stick together and overcome But they don't feel like marchin, cuz they shoes is overrun Ain't that a bitch Chorus Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Hoes, clothes, cars It's who you are Chorus Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Hoes, clothes, cars It's who you are |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:07 |
|
|||
|
Big Boi:
Peep what I say Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork Put the glock to work And puttin the body to standstlls Man it kills me Taking that life is like taking a shit Hit or miss--niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why ya gotta guard ya grill Like a barbecue--cause them harming you Are just like honeybees swarming you Vocally arming you was my responsibility It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo Smoke same thing no-no--not this time Niggas around my way can rhyme So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T. Coming across ya T.V. Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL. (Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah) Chorus: Out of this world Are you alien? (repeat 3x) Out of this world....... Andre: Right now I'm smiling Taking advantage of this moment Cause there might not be another soon Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you I may appear to be your average joe But little do you know that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with Floating in this game of life Despite how out of place you may feel In this race oh you just can't quit Ain't that a bitch--that being heat I'm on the beat like cops Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Why?--Cause in a sense See we all be kind of fly Just can't be scared to spread your wings Head to better things Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale they want to sing--keeping this thing alive To the table's what we bring We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring Extraterrestrial (Out of this world--Things like that--Yo) Chorus |
||||||
| 13. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
|
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
||||||
|
