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from Scooby-Doo (스쿠비-두) by David Newman [ost] (2002)
In the land of a million drums there is always something going on, on, on, on If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home In the land of a million drums I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn Intergalatic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium This one for scooby, pass the doobie imma do me one, do me one Only you clean over I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin to told ya We fathers with seeds of our own We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones Now that the theory gone wrong An embryo with no soul Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold Shaggy pass the boombastic Daphne said don't do that Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows so I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow Scooby-doo, scooby-doo, scooby damn doo, scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo) Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies Shaggy wake up, we've been had Our scooby snacks they got the whole stash He said, who who, I don't have a clue I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel Tell him to send another package right through the mail In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her To get the Mystery Machine ready I'm two-wayin Daphne and Freddy Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped Dippin through the flash tryin to get our stash back Roundin up suspects, collection' clues I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need em? The hound's only found when you feed him In fact he probably got my sack Tell him holler back Break it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin down Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know Ooo, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know We rock the world I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids (oh oh, oh no) (Until song s out) |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous Never could understand when my momma used to tell us "Don't take your food outside around your friends Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood" The play has just began follow me now Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting ? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks I will if it's the last thing I do Hook: Everlasting talking: Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit. Big Boi: Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes Just like he's suppose to, quote you "Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you" Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting Hook Big Boi: One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things Go on from here to Bornhome to London England, Wall Street to y'all street Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat But I'm back on it Because we last forever sound good don't it? Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component Said that's it, man f**k that shit On and on and on and I'm out Hook |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go, welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you like to come? (girl moaning, lasts throughout intro) Bounce baby. (We're bouncing) Bounce. Bounce. (We're bouncing) 2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing) We bouncing. (We're bouncing) BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby) (We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce. (Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce! Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce. (Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce) (Let's bounce) We bouncing now. All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here, southwest and 92 strong. BREAK!! -clap- |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Alright (x28)*Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?Well burn motherfucka burn American DreamDon't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya whyI hear that mother nature's now on bir
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
It's cold, it's cold. No it's cold. It ain't cold, it's cold. I'm cool, I'm cool. I'm cool. It's me, I'm cool. |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
*Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo'sAnd El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like RaloSo follow it's your time at the ApolloMinus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-printTeddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie JacksonSippin a milkshake in a snowstormLeft my throat warm in the dorm room at the AUWe do hey you And might do some cake tooBut you must have me mistaken with them statements that you makeCause*RepeatCanary yellow seven house of business on displayMy nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims todaySo a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideoutI'ma show you how to wild out like Jack TrippaLet me be bambino on your snippasYKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizardWhen I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold yaLike Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deepBut i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for meCause*RepeatThose huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouthTellin me everything that's on yo nasty mindThey say your malnutrition in need of vitamin DAnd inviting me to that tingle in yo spineI love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne FrankLet's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeksWith change and no chains and whips I do suck lipsTill hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freakHa Ha*Repeat(And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet(In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic(repeat)*Repeat (x2)
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah this one right here goes out
to all the baby's mamas mamas Mamas mamas baby mamas mamas Yeah go like this I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times A baby drama mama don't like me She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin to fight me She need to get a piece of the american pie and take her bite out That's my house I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a paycheck Private schools daycare shit medical bills I'll pay that I love your mom and everything see I aint the one who laid down She wanna rip you up start a custody war my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish frys and cookouts On my child's birthday I ain't invited Despite it show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you do is defend that lady when I call you I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter Got a special thang goin on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather Ms Jackson Ten times out of nine now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen then the puppy love thing together dream Bout that crib with the goodyear swing On the oak tree I hope we feel like this forever Forever forever ever forever ever Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra off the sadder Thoughts of me thoughts of she thoughts of he Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me Had I pray so much about it need some knee pads It happened for a reason one can't be mad So know just know that everything is cool And yes I will be present on the first day of school and graduation I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Look at the way he treats me shit look at the way you treat me See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G Without a paddle you left the straddle and ride this thing on out And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth I'm talkin about jealousy and fidelity envy Cheating beating and to the G's they be the same thing who you placin the blame on you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz I'm murder city's Sargent Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters What up whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Niggaz know I, Fed Ex my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this through Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin' tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up I'm a eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin Gone be the first one of some Mexicans to buck Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' You're not, your clock stop, and now you laying in a pretty box And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother fuckin' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate, it's too late, ' cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy Ol' girl might rape well G, you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talking 'bout Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures We two of the dopest mic controllers Stack big bank, honey folders Even wit rollers, I'm trying to told ya Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lappets Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move your bombo Before me start trip Nuff a them a talk like Outkast Nuff a them a trip Nuff a them come in like a bitch Whey wear slip A J-Sweet me name an me already Chris A Outkast me spar wid So boy nuh try dis If you dis boy shot knaw go miss Gun shot a go teck you just like fits Boy hear me song an thought a remix Brand new tune platinum hits We nah go run and switch like no bitch Outkast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah Yeah Yes Spaghetti Junction
Yes yes Elope ski slopes ahh Damn.. yeah, check this out Niggaz elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speakin about these pros cause you know nothing bout that man The nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch and talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah they kickin niggaz do' down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess, but Never shall you test and never shall you quit Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction Uhh, check it A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs) Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack Niggaz don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man 'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off they ass boi We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Theives can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See my folks can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction Uh, check this shit out doe, uh, well Well like flip-flops and football socks A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy? I'm callin yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin about this crew you run wit Bankhead bouncin to that dumb shit So what mo' can you come wit? Yess, they can bite but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas" So +Run+ like +D.M.C.+ is me and no, don't got no heater Uh, yeah, check, uh, well.. we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat just in case these youngsters tryin to take it Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot Well, they come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill - suprised Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Hook
i'll call before i come i won't just pop over out the blue i hope that you do to i'll call before i come i won't just pop over out the blue not after ou Oh thank you lord for throwing some shy bones in my body let me tell you why if not so i'd be too, too bad when it comes to pink polka dots and plaids golda to meet you, my name is Dre But you can call me possum allawishes jenkins andre 3000 for short and naaw i don't want to see your thongs i kinda like them old school cute regular draws and will pause for your cause hook I'm a gentleman, i'm gonna satishfy your soul and then i'm gonna get mine like wimbledon we back and forth across the court untl we give out do you take it or spit it are you faking the funk andliving a lie do you really know what it feels like to have no control over the g spot it's like a brand new pair or reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed you feel the tingling all over the convulstions or the rooster pox i used to not give a dame but now i make it a point just to please you so you can go back and tell all your buddies pretty d'd you hook Let's see what you wanna do with the gangsta boo let's cut, nigga, nugga what i'll cut you too coming through in a escalade limo tint with shade purple haze in the ashtray ready to get a balze what the biz nigga jump on in relaz wit a lady wit a reputation known for sexing niggz till they crazy whatcha mean dog, tellina player like boo to call before i come you a game i'm fuching you for fun join the bandwagon join come and freak wit somebody riding jaguars, riding prowlers and sports cars Hitting strip bars wit the top down, fuch y'all groupie you need to be glad you even knew me do me and tell all my friends you truly blew me hook nigga you better dial 404-485 well bump all that but shit yo'd better call before you get here and that's a fact before you get your feelings hurt because you caught me playing nurse wit a stethoscope running around in one of those chute short white skirts i tired to tell you, but you wouldn't respond to idle wishes peepind in the window saw me cooking shrimp in high heels and washing dishes for daddy fat sax and it's something i couldn't explain i know it's a dirty, dirty game. but you should called before you came Hook |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah
Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for liv ing the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Andre]
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?" Apparently not that's why you get what you got Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah" The body of hot, the motivator of pots Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you What the future holds in its sweaty palms Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cell to the common cold rebel Night gets jealous of day play is no longer The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale Hook: We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [B-Real] Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates but you still hesitate Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how To brainwash me to be a commercial clown Fuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work God only knows all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck XXL you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit about the Real Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling Jump into my ragtop and get all in I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours The world is lost, the world is tossed We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [Big Boi] With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps Making that music that make your neck hurt And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps |
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[Hook: repeat 2X]
From the weave to the fake eyes to the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez [Big Boi] Don't lie you love them, if you don't you like them hoez a whole lot Just like your mama Sunday cookin' turkey necks in the pot You ready to drop your load like prop planes be droppin' that cocaine You ready to turn your fro, from natural straight to a cold wave Dat hoe name Betty Big Shoez, she wore them Herman monster heels Popped a pill, now she's in your Coupe De Ville, passenger seat I made her eat my meat while I was rubbin' her coochie Injection in her top and bottom lip straight from her booty So Do Re, blow me, Fa So La Ti Da Ha I'm tellin' the truth You suckin' your tooth you treatin' her like a star boy From a Figueroa to a herringbone From droppin' her off to takin' her home She tried to pull my rubber off with her pussy muscles that was wrong The bitch is no good like lesbians with no tongues You fucked around and knocked her up and now you say she the one Nigga you dumb, you should have pulled it out and squirted on her eyelash And let her face be holdin' the baby, now she after yo ass! Yeah, I told y'all niggaz about god damn takin' them hoez to the Teacake Factory Lettin' them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps They ain't goin' do nuthin' but try to take all your motherfuckin' cheese! (Yeah!) [Hook] 2x [BackBone] Ay, ay, what's up lil' girl I see you workin' them Valente She walk wit a fly Sashay Look here say, I'm just a Fat Face I come through swervin' (ay, ay) You love the way the leather grippin' your butt Conversation kill c |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Andre:
Ahhhh I stank I can, I stank I can The funky engine that could Oooo oooo! yosky wosky, pisky wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose What's your locomotive, the chatter nigga choo choo Chorus: Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams (repeat) Big Boi: Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya Life is like a great big roller coaster Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it Demand it over stand it then you handle it Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams "No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17 From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em (Chorus) Too Democratic, Republic fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it You living for the lotto never hit it, I met a critic I made her shit her draws She said she tought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol I said "Oh hell naw!" but yet it's that too You can't discrimahate cause you done read a book or 2 What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it "whoo" To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote And a quote for collision the decision Is do you want to live or wanna exist The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches Speeches only reaches those who already know about it This is how we go about it (Chorus) Erykah Badu: I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked And dragged away and thrown away And then 1 day it turns to clay It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way And there it lays until the rain and sun Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life And that's life and that's life (Chorus) Andre: Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams Y'all can't harm me, it's over |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Man, my woman done left me Damn I got laid off Shit They say a compruter can do my job better then I can damn do it Mutherfuckers Man pour me another drink I feel ya |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Want can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife Life a butter knife What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high That can't go to sleep, don't wanna eat Pray to God that he don't do crack What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw Feeling every drip drop she can generate imitate seesaws What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club Figure that he ought to maybe be a pimp simply 'cause he don't like love What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up to this volume What can make a nigga wanna loose all faith in Anything that he can't feel through his chest wit sensation |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia We shittin on ery'body talkin that bullshit Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall I'm down with 'Dre 3000 ' cause he got my back y'all Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin Don't get me wrong, got four albums stay consistant You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of.. finished.. college.. without you I doubt you, do that though, so do this here and keep that bullshit out of our ear You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me The love for the music keepin Big Boi spittin real G Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes that lose it's value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it He got it-type nigga ' round the town, town, town Had he not played it so flat he ask you when half of these niggas hurtin and workin Would be he be found, found, found In a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up) With his dick shoved in some B got a lot up Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face of peasants when he Microsoft'n in the place You gettin on my nerves, well I'm gettin on your case Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet I know you got the bigges t bank roll and you ballin Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that toolie to his head Little did he know that, waitin in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done Don was the one who came in contact with those with slow goals who prone to sell crack On this megaphone, hey look world I'm on You off, he floss hard cause he celebrate the fact Little did he know that, waitin in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know *Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up find Jerome, ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on *Repeat Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough When beef come areound can't let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get it right back I trap by day boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight *Repeat I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns and masks We not scared to blast and dip off fast With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's known to keep his gun away First nigga run up and try to jack mine, first nigga fuck up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P *Repeat Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs Get full, and niggaz, niggaz, pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Have you heard the news today
They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way Tooo much for her little mind to bare And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya Toilet Tisha is the issue Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha Damn we miss ya Dont go away Dont you dare go away from me girl I can help you Dont go away dont you dare leave me Dont go away, away Dont go away Five thousand, one hundred ten days Is a short period of time a mere fourteen years On this precious mother earth, you see Tisha had issues And her decision making skills were still in its early stages Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood Pause, Just like a brother with a thousand pauses Should I shouldnt I I cant I have to, mama will never see me the same Daddy and Big Mama I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house The unthinkable moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue And no way of expressing her feeling to her mam or anybody else in her life Tisha done came to the crossroads and now she got to choose Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing They don't know, but I do though Baby my darling you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where I had to give your mama call And thank her for spending time with your daddy For all its worth, girl what's your frequency And can I come there frequently Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant And once I done had some Cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause it's banging And I like then redhot Fila straight from Walters off the chain Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you 'Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya And I'm loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure You my nigga, nigga Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast I could almost taste outer space I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too Hello, I'm the man that God made you for Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed Or was it a pack of Now Laters cause you're the sweetest thing on my head And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you And if you want to spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison |
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What does love look like? Love looks like you What does love love feel like? Love feels like this What does love smell like? Love smells like us You make me understand What it means to be in l-o-v-e once again Why, must
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go, welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you like to come? (girl moaning, lasts throughout intro) Bounce baby. (We're bouncing) Bounce. Bounce. (We're bouncing) 2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing) We bouncing. (We're bouncing) BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby) (We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce. (Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce! Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce. (Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce) (Let's bounce) We bouncing now. All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here, southwest and 92 strong. BREAK!! -clap-" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away You know you've got company comin over So you scrub extra-hard And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too laaaaaaateee oh Dont nobody wanna grow old alone! Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders And scratch their dandruff And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!) And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too late Love-hater Love-hater Hater of love [repeat 2X] Love-hater Love-hater [whispered] Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell A pimp warrior fell One-two! Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthafuckin' booth Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered [Hook:] Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! [4x] [Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you sweat! Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect `em! As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way Let strangers play while you graduate and move on! True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to on the run!! [Hook] [Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now!) When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli It was silly, `cause my mom and dad's realationship, take a trip you got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!! [Hook] [Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Loca! lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!) I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit! Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams! No members to remember, but I know just who I am I've grown into a man and like my nigga said we executed the game plan `Cause we got that hot sauce!!! [Hook]" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! I don't think y'all heard me! I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day! Every day the 14th! Can y'all dig that? Now when arrows don't penetrate, see Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!) And he shoots straight for your heart And when he won't miss you! That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways But.. [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see love will rule reign supreme) [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! (You got it!) When Cupid knocks at your door You can't ignore me! There's no need to run! So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!) Every day the 14th! I may have it all wrong, see If you know what loves mean, well Well, somebody tell me! 'Cuz they just don't believe in me! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see Cupid will not be defeated!) [Verse 3: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! Now I know your hearts have grown cold And that bothers me Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings but you can't run away Oooh ooh! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy.. (Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?) Bunny! [Talking: Andre 3000] Well keep on runnin', player 'Cause I got my good shoes on And I got 'em tied up tight So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt! [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner Could be an organ donor The way I give up my heart, but Never know because - shit, I never tell her! Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela' I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella' And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but For the record, have you ever rode a horse? Would I like for you to take me to Pluto? I said, "Of course!" But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits For now, give me examples of why you're the shit! But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in? And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend? [Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"] Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day [Continue Chorus until fade] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Boom, Boom, Boom. Heh, Heh. [Big Boi] Ready for action, nip it in the butt. We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’ Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting. Now that’s for anyone askin’ give me one pass em’ Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm Now you cumin out the side of your face We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!) So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wrasling Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back. But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass [Chorus] I like the waaaay you move I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I love the waaaay you move I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaaay you move I love the way, I love the way. [Big Boi] Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!) The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me, But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination in this world. So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat You big freak! Skinny, slim women got the cameltoe within them You can fuck them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember Hail out timber when you fall through the chop shop. Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moves like a person in jail. On the loco [Chorus] [Sleepy Brown] Heeeey baby, girl don’t you stop Come on baby dance on the top of me You so fine (you so fine) you so fine You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oooh baby! If I could I would, just be with yoooou baaaaby Ooooooh Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gotta leave baby! Oooooo! I like the waaay you move (I like the way you move) I like the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move (I love the way you move) I love the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I like the waaay you move I like the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I love the waaay you move I love the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
What time is it?
7:48? Where Where Where are my where are my panties? Oh my god where are my panties? What? I don't.. He gon' think I'm a hoe Fuck that I liked it I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night That just let me know she know what she want out of life What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up Ooo that shit was good Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast She so god damn sweet Sweet as she wanna be Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold) Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty Yeah.. naw naw naw Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold) But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype We'll tiptoe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I'm in love again [repeat] [Verse 1] Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do sumn' outta the ordinary Like catch a manitee Baby you are the prototype I think I'm.. [Hook] [Verse 2] If we happen to part Lord knows I don't want that But hey, we can't be mad at God We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] The Scene Come here [Hook] [Outro (ad libs)] Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say I wanna say stank you very much For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I can't, I'm not I can't afford to not record I thank I wanna say I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you Smelly much! For picking me up and bringing me back to this world Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs? Really?? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one When I first started |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender 'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9? Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom [singers] Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom [explosion forward and reversed] [scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X] [Big Boi] When will we all, awake up out this dream Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin as if he was the supreme bein Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars Politicians, modern day magicians Physicians of death, more health care for poor health Who makin us ill, they makin us kill That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut) For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed and chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn! [singing - "can't be heard clearly"] [scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X] [Big Boi] Operation Anaconda - ask yourself was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama? And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price for his life and his wife plead twice? See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton To dampen the dream of all the Panthers They got they answer for ransom As we read together, as we dream together Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen Now eat nigga!" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH! Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. [Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest) Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest You know We talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit [C-Bone] This rap game lovely Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me Bending corners in the Benz Riding like a bucket, nigga fuck it I know some hoes slutty I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby You don't grind, you be lying She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Lil' Brotha] You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch To all my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor Roto Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now See you when I see you, now out wit me now [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Supa Nate] I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game You can fool the record labels but not the street fame I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Ludacris] Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx Get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland So put your fist up boy, you want to romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped Thinking way back before I got mine Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmering Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Big Boi] Fourth and goal Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole Cranium overload, over throwed Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me Player, pimp, ganster, poet We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass "You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed But I know one day we will once more cross paths They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay" OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting Fuck, nigga |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Hook] Brothers on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Sisters at the crib knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Teachers at the school knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Ladies on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Junkies on the corner knowing, but still get high (from this point on it only gets rougher!) [Big Boi] Well here's a formal introduction Something to make you ponder The situation's ugly, like "In Living Color"'s Wanda (word up!) Well everybody play dumb, but there's some that succumb And fall victim, I will overcome any hurdle or obstacle that's in my path Fast cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk you took Trick, you shook your ass for some hundred dollar heels and a designer bag Now that's ass backwards All you got in the refrigertator is bratwurst Your stomach is balled in a knot, you got that phat purse Pocketbook, stop and look, pockets look void Destroyed by the need to indulge and enjoy the finer things in life right? Your dignity, your only sacrifice, slim as your chances of being somebody's wife They seeing ya butt, booty naked every night, ain't nothing right or wrong! [Hook] [Big Boi] Even though things started falling apart Wanda went and bought a Honda Now she's out of a job, she would slob on a knob For a little less than a yard, a massage you could drill her like a sarge She would charge and rob Pick through yo' pockets She got the tricks watcha nd the silver locket That he bought for his wife but Wanda left her license On the night stand fuckin' with this white man She met in a little red Corvette paid for sex Made a deal that she would never forget you can bet Every action has a positive and equal reaction Therefore everything that goes around comes around in that fashion Fast and furiously, the was a knock on the sliding glass door (bitch, it's me!) You thought you was slick the way you hit me for that lick But you slipped now I'm getting in your shit!!!! [Hook] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla! [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young) [Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) [Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me [Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah) [Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah) [Verse One: Big Boi] Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner You never took the time out, examine yourself boi .. are you black, white, asian? Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean We on the same team if we breathin I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein that we drop a little science off in every verse They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out He might just, pull out his pistol and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair A player stiffen the competition Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one Negative one minus negative one is nothin Bustin d-boy raps and player poems The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga) [Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X] Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be (Young) Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) [Verse Two: Big Boi] Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea and try to grab one line or sentence Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist And give him a clean bill of health Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit And your team lookin shitty to death [Verse Three: Killer Mike] My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander You can follow or lead like Commander Picard You can have +The Whole World+ Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand this young player's rhyme I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme Focused on every word, and line Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm the epitome of raw rhyme Got signed, got serious about the craft of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's murderous monster move minds Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time) [Chorus] [Interlude] Don't, you, like, to groove In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes To run yo' tennis shoes Don't, it, matter to you That OutKast we got that slump for y'all Keep that funk for y'all [Verse Four: Jay-Z] When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews dudes wanna know what he copped And where you got that, and how could they buy that Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness I'm on a whole 'nother plane A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin Understand what I'm sayin Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that? Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though Anybody get out of line then you trust that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone Back on the shit, back on the strip Another hit I'm not gon' miss [Interlude] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
D.J. Mrs. Boi:
OutKast... Tea's long... Tea's strong... Lastin' long vs. long lastin'... Education, however, the difference between the two... Which do U live in, yo'self?... 2 draw a master plan without a flaw... Somethin' lastin' long leaves a compromising position...,everything that isn't becomes questionable...,unbelieveable,...and becomes weak at some point...done got the strength 2 blow and 2 hit jackin' this joint... Somethin' long lastin'... Big Boi & Dre, the duo whose chemistry gave the potion a rare fate, 2 Atlanta boys that came in2 this industry... For the same ol' boys 2 B OutKast, raps an' OutBlast the peers of the game... Move with the groove an' don't let the smooth groove fool U.... So it is...believe in the dirty SOUTHERNPLAYALLISTICCADDILAC-funky-ATLIENS,...the kind that makes Aquemini... Big Boi & Dre presents OutKast... So get ready 2 bump!...?808-style...2 "The Speakerboxxx" and "The Love Below",...2 albums...w/ the same ol' flow... Now enjoy it. Me? Signin' off...A/K/A...Possum Dre... |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
Nah nah nah That's part of the That's, yeah I got ya good that time, shawty [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Big Boi] Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existance We livin, breathin, soon we'll be teethin Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint Reset [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Khujo] Good does not come without pain Meaning, before it gets better, it's goin get worse Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf That don't belong ot urse I mean us, left in the dust Try to catch up with massah I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against Principalities, powers of this world Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle Yeah, come on, come on Guess what, guess what Time to reset this thang [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Cee-Lo] Listen to me I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright This day will be done right There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight Can't live forever, so have some fun, right Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right You'll get used to singin if only for one night But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless And see I focus to provoke this So open wide for my opinionated opus Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this Before I go, I thought that you all should know this Recognize and realize before any regretting Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting Hmm? [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Hook:] Crocodile on my feet Fox fur on my back Bowtie `round my neck That's why they call me the gangsta mack In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat] [Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale Fresh in that tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's... [Hook] [Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard?? To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat! So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack! As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance We look fine, right on time As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play [Sleepy:] Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit the door While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!! `Cause we well designed and fine as wine Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly [Hook] |
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Some say Atlanta
Some say New York Some say Paris, France but... Who knows... where this flower... grows |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away You know you've got company comin over So you scrub extra-hard And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too laaaaaaateee oh Dont nobody wanna grow old alone! Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders And scratch their dandruff And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!) And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too late Love-hater Love-hater Hater of love [repeat 2X] Love-hater Love-hater [whispered] Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
God
Come in God God come in God Damn you're a girl well i guess the reason i'm talking to you tonight is cause i've been doing alot of thinking i mean iconsider myself a pretty cool guy and i've never cheated on any of my girlfriends well well except that one lil' time in japan but that was just some head and head dont count right? aww thank's God i knew you would understand well i just feel like i want to be honest wit you God i just need a sweet bitch you know sombody not to fast but not to slow cause i dont have it my damn self and life aint easy you know you want somebody by yourside to help you smooth that thang out you know what sayin and i'm not being picky she dosen't even to have a big ol ass just something well popotioned toher body you know a nice lil tail what? you say you you've found somebody is she cute? so when do iget to meet her? aww God you're the greatest well i guess i'll talk to you later amen oh i'm sorry alady" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! I don't think y'all heard me! I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day! Every day the 14th! Can y'all dig that? Now when arrows don't penetrate, see Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!) And he shoots straight for your heart And when he won't miss you! That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways But.. [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see love will rule reign supreme) [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! (You got it!) When Cupid knocks at your door You can't ignore me! There's no need to run! So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!) Every day the 14th! I may have it all wrong, see If you know what loves mean, well Well, somebody tell me! 'Cuz they just don't believe in me! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see Cupid will not be defeated!) [Verse 3: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! Now I know your hearts have grown cold And that bothers me Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings but you can't run away Oooh ooh! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy.. (Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?) Bunny! [Talking: Andre 3000] Well keep on runnin', player 'Cause I got my good shoes on And I got 'em tied up tight So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt! [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner Could be an organ donor The way I give up my heart, but Never know because - shit, I never tell her! Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela' I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella' And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but For the record, have you ever rode a horse? Would I like for you to take me to Pluto? I said, "Of course!" But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits For now, give me examples of why you're the shit! But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in? And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend? [Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"] Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day [Continue Chorus until fade] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass Just spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) Don't want to come on too strong, but I'll play in you all day long Just spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) [Verse 1] I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours I think she says that she wants to pour your.. your... yourself all over me What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!) You know, like electric chair The way you stare (yeah I'm there) You committed a crime and I'm the victim [Rap] I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally I'm too young to be settling down quick to change my mind tomorrow So now can I borrow your timid torso More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll Fuck the rhythm, fuck the rhythm under your bosom You're the prism, Shirley Chislom Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby Put in your order, I want a baby daughter Dance on the tip of my tongue Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them Tell your homegirls that you will send them A postcard from 3000... HARD! [Hook 2] Don't want to make you feel strange, but Don't let these words be in vain, so Spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) Nature knows that I want you, but Not unless you want me too, so Spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) [Hook 1] [Hook 2] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
What time is it? 7:48? Where Where Where are my where are my panties? Oh my god where are my panties? What? I don't.. He gon' think I'm a hoe Fuck that I liked it I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night That just let me know she know what she want out of life What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up Ooo that shit was good Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast She so god damn sweet Sweet as she wanna be Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold) Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty Yeah.. naw naw naw Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold) But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype We'll tiptoe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I'm in love again [repeat] [Verse 1] Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do sumn' outta the ordinary Like catch a manitee Baby you are the prototype I think I'm.. [Hook] [Verse 2] If we happen to part Lord knows I don't want that But hey, we can't be mad at God We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] The Scene Come here [Hook] [Outro (ad libs)] Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say I wanna say stank you very much For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I can't, I'm not I can't afford to not record I thank I wanna say I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you Smelly much! For picking me up and bringing me back to this world Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs? Really?? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one When I first started |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter] What's wrong? What are you afraid of? The Love Below [Verse 1: Andre 3000] She stays alone, never sheds a single tear She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win She comes back to the cooler side of town but she lives in my lap [Chorus: Andre 3000] She lives in my lap [repeat 6X] Forever my fiance She lives in my lap Don't need no chain She lives in my lap I'll get the courage one day [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Make me want you, make me miss you make me wonder where you are, then forget you Girl remind me, just who we are We're oh so close, but yet so far [Interlude] [Rosario Dawson:] Baby why are you acting like this? I don't care about any of them... I care about you! Baby I Love you! [Andre 3000:] You've got me open wide (I love you) Just Come inside (baby) It's yours (it's yours) I'm yours (i'm yours) For sure (for sure) Play baby play... [Chorus + interlude + scratching til fade...]" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH! Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. [Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest) Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Caroline Caroline
So Caroline All the guys would say she's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cursed out or coming up short Yeah now dig this now even though You'd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls yeah I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Caroline Caroline Some she's the reason for the word bitch I hope she's speeding on the way to the club Trying to hurry up to get to some Baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her makeup in the mirror And crash crash crash into a ditch Just Playing She needs a golden calculator to divide The time it takes to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls yeah I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Well she's got a hotty body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said Would you call me She said Pardon me are you ballin' I said Darling you sound like a prostitute pursing Oh so you're one them freaks get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep a rent a car for a week a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex my AIDS test is flawless Regardless we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support bra not support you I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Better come back down to Mars Girl quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get so low Bitch you ain't that fine No way no way no way Better come back down to Mars Girl quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get so low Bitch you ain't that fine No way no way no way Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch stupid ass bitch Crazy bitch Old punk ass bitch Crazy bitch old dumbass bitch Crazy bitch A bitch's bitch just a bitch Crazy bitch Just a Bitch Crazy bitch stupid ass bitch Crazy bitch Old punk ass bitch Crazy bitch old dumbass bitch Crazy bitch A bitch's bitch just a bitch Crazy bitch Just a bitch |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Ahhh, such sweet sound The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth? [Big Boi] Indeed it is Sir Good day, good sir How do you do? Look fine Fantastically well I am certainly not fine by far But you could say I'm close to spectacular Close to spectacular? How so? Open your eyes Spectacular's right in front of you Whatever you say... your spectacular No I'm fantastically well Come on man make up your mind A minute ago you said you were fine No I said I'm close to spectacular But I'm meeting fine in a minute Close to spectacular? You said you were fantastically well Exaxtly Exactly?? Which one are you? Close to spectacular or Fantastically well? I am certainly and without a doubt Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say You just pissed spectacular off And don't even mention exactly... But here comes fine right now Oh lord, she is fine [Woman] Gentlemen [Big Boi] Behold [together] A lady |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Sophistophone {?}, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts Pull up your pants, ladies and gents Please, act like you got some sense You know what I really wanna know? Where do all the good girls go What clubs they hang in? [Chorus] Behold a lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat] [Ad libs] Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find The classic lady, a rare breed indeed Is that make and model discontinued? [Verse 1] Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain 3000's always changing but you stay the same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up and inadequate And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get You make me smile, you make me smile You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!) You're the anchor that holds me down When my ship is sinking You won't let me drown and I'm grateful (Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play You'll always be this lovely 'Cause they raised you that way Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! You're not extra, you're so plain Jane The yin to my yang, darlin' You've got that thang and you know it But yet you don't and that's what's so cool You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound In the street you hold your head high At home you get low down for me (Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!) Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!) (Ad libs) Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums To see what a lady looks like So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight If you spot one, good sir, treat her right This is Benjamin Andre signing off Thanks a million Good luck and goodnight [Chorus 2x] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Miss lady You could have been born a little later but I don't care So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs Same here, and actually I think that's funky (In a Claire Huxtable type way) Miss lady It looks to me like you need a little juice in your life So call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied And I'll teleport from here to there You show me how it's supposed to be done I'll make sure you have young fun Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby You're sophisticated Just me and miss lady You've got me talkin like a baby You make me talk baby talk She's so sophisticated You make me talk baby talk Just me and miss lady She makes me talk baby talk Got me talkin like a baby Like ga ga and goo goo Oh momma You're so sophisticated Make me talk baby talk Just me and miss lady You're so experienced Got me talkin like a baby Teach me somethin new Teach me somethin new You're sophisticated Just me and miss lady You got me talkin like a baby |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight Make love, not war What the hell are we living for? [repeat] [Verse] Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear No one will ever hear No one will ever These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near Cliche the end is near Cliche the end is Quickly approaching while we carry on No one is promised another day Why can't the story end like fairytales often do Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay [Hook] [Instrumental] [Hook] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
A boy
To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive [Andre 3000 - Verse One] The year was 1975 That night crickets cried They knew what was going down Three girls travel a long country road And one said she thinks it's time This baby wants to come right now [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive [Woman talking] I was scufflin' going to school I was scufflin' working at night And you know what I truly believe And that's why I tell a lot of parents Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do. I made sure you had I never felt like you should be deprived of anything If a man didn't want to take care of his child You move on And that's what I did I moved on [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive A boy To raise At... at a Young age No help From him But she's alive [Woman talking] He always wanted to be a father But he never took care of you He ain't have no money He ain't have nothin' How can you care about somebody And you never give the welfare of them [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To r |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
(verse 1) Your're all i ever wanted,
but i'm terrified of you See my castle may be haunted, but i'm terrified of you i've cast my spell on millions, but i'm terrified of you Baby i do this from the ceiling, but i'm terrified of you (bridge): I wait my whole life to bite the right one then you come along and that freaks me out so i'm frightened... Dracula's Wedding (verse 2) I 've never ran from no one, but i'm terrified of you see my heartbeat is a slow one, but i'm terrified of you i've been around for ages, but i'm terrified of you drag my thing across the stage yet i'm terrified of you(bridge) (Kelis) 3000.. 30000.. Give me the chance to dance romance don't run i'm not the sun so much at stake... oh! Bad choice of words but i'm not the gun with silver bullets And i can count, plus i make great peanut butter And jelly sandwiches....Van Helsing" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa
[repeat 2X] [Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool)" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Every boy and girl, woman and man When you feel you've done about the best you can Muthafuck the wagon, come join the band Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, higher! [Repeat] [Verse 1] Sometimes when it's late at night And you have no one to talk to Here's what you don', you go through that Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home The Love Below start talkin' to ya [Hook] [Verse 2] The circumcision has already begun Desensitizing the very thing or thang that brought you into this motherfucker in the first place And when I say "motherfucker" I do mean "motherfucker" Because Mother Earth is dying and we continue to fuck her to death Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own.. And yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarrassed For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand Play with your own score sheet [Hook] |
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from Shaft (샤프트) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (2000)
(feat. U.G.K.)
(chorus) Everbody on the streets, This a lil thesis coming from me When I throw up baggets, sitting at the bar Or smokin a lil red life in my car I dont know what you came to see, Nigga just out here feeding my kids Throw up the duece and let me slide on by Cuz everybody wants to be a tough guy [Verse One: Big Boi] Crusin down the street, minding my business cuz I'm trill Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill Now I peel, like apples and peaches because I'm chill And niggas around my city respect me because I'm real But still, the things I see from day to day it hurts me When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd g I know it, betta believe I tote something for it But I gotta be smoking?????????????? know it And I'm not the type of person be riding around yo block just flashy Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G Wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G Riding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then But we'll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family by the weekend I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile When we start, aint no stopping us We too smart and too popular Take yo toys and we ?topple em Resort to the dopplar To the agent underground well known as S |
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from The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002)
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's your time at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We do hey you And might do some cake too But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Canary yellow seven house of business on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I ove when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean |
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from Kelis - Tasty (2003)
I said her from the city
so her got to witty witty She said him from the country so him got to be funky funky Mama I'ma Millionaire but I feel like a bum Mama I'ma Millionaire but I feel like the only one I I I I woke up early this mornin I don't think ya'll heard me I woke up early this mornin I don't think ya'll heard me I woke up early this mornin I don't think ya'll heard me I woke up early this mornin but i still ain't seen the sun Papa I'ma Milionaire But sex and abs don't sale affection Sex and abs don't sale affection Papa I'ma Millionaire but i ain't movin in the right direction Somethin ain't right I know I am rich to he is rich she is rich to we is rich I am rich to he is rich she is rich to we is rich I am rich to he is rich she is rich to we is rich I am rich to he is rich she is rich to we is rich Where there is cheese there are rats Where ever there are rats there are cats Where ever there are cats there are dogs If you got the dogs you got Always out to put their paws on your riches If you got riches you got glitches If you got glitches in your life computer turn it off and then reboota Now you back on Can't just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it that will spoil it gone and drink it and enjoy it Mama I'ma Millionaire What's a girl to do when she just has dimes no time to play yay yay yay What's a girl to do instead of me it's you'll be true woo woo woo What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray yay yay yay What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends that's lie ie ie ie ied |
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from Tomb Raider (툼 레이더) [ost] (2001)
Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin With no time to waste The trouble tends to weeble wobble over the base, we speedballin Nose wanna blow out steam So make some fuckin noise if you know what I mean, we speedballin HA But if you don't you won't You'll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we speedballin Uhh, uhh, yeah sucka we're speedballin ballin ballin ballin Yeah, uhh, we speedballin ballin ballin Uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin Uhh, uhh uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh Mama think I'm on that blow Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin, huh If I could just come down But when I do come down I don't like how it sound, we speedballin, HOO The pitcher all on the mound Thowin fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin, HA Some niggaz serve to live Some niggaz live to serve not a fuck who they give, we speeballin, HA HA, yeah, woo we speedballin ballin Yeah, can y'all feel that? Uhh we speedballin ballin ballin HA, c'mon! Yeah we speedballin what? Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah My God, my heart, my start, my saviour, my soul My end, my friend, my sin now when can I go? If you can hear me now then make me move Stank-ya, I like it like that, I'm in yo' groove Yeah! Yeah! Entire world, UHH! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! De-caaaaaaaaa-turrrrr, WOO we speedballin Uhh, yeah, yeah, A.T.Lllllllllllllllll! Uhh, yeah, New York we speedballin ballin ballin WOO, yeah, uh uhh we speedballin L.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woo, woo we speedballin Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh uh u |
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from Esthero - Wikked Lil Grrrls (2005)
It's like I told you, I'm getting away from this town I'll be traveling alone, adventure is calling my name And if you want to, you can follow me I'm gonna go to the jungle and build me a home We could live right (in the jungle baby) Stay up all night (all night) Kiss by moonlight (and you could kiss me) It would be tight We'll have a family and I will protect you from harm We could get wilder than all the animals And I will try to keep it simple if that's what you want I know you're scared baby, I know you're proud I know your girl, she was fooling around She had your head under water your heart under fire And I've decided she didn't know how to love you We could live right (we could live right) Stay up all night (stay up all night) Kiss by moonlight (you can kiss me) It would be tight (it would be so right) We could get by (we could get by) Start a new life (start a new life) Dance with fireflies (in the jungle baby) We could get by (in the jungle baby) Can't hide from the man in the moon, he's watching Make love like animals (baby), I'm feeling cannibal And I'll eat you alive... Jungle, in the jungle… We could live right (we could live right) Stay up all night (stay up all night) Kiss by moonlight (you can kiss me) It would be tight (it would be so right) We could get by (we could get by) Start a new life (start a new life) Dance with fireflies (in the jungle baby) We could get by (in the jungle baby) We could live right (oh my precious little boy) Stay up all night (just rest your weary head) Kiss by moonlight (it's gonna be all right) It would be tight We could get by (hush now my precious little boy) Start a new life (and rest your weary head) Dance with fireflies (it's gonna be all right) We could get by |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus - Scar]
Stages in life no one said that it was right But I've got to hustle for the kids God only knows what I've gone and been Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend [Verse 1- Big Boi] I cram to understand why a woman and a man Make a plan to enter matrimony then he takes her hand Put that ring on her finger couple of kids in minivans Standin in the stands like a fan watch her little man Run ball... And everytime you see the family they look happy Got her mama and her daddy and I think they got a lil' dog But daddy had her cat on the side He would hide her from his ride decide not to divide Kept the yam in the (hide) the spouse in the house Boy its cheaper to keep her you fuck around and take a loss Come up short like Short Dog cuss words flow like (Too Short sample: Motherfuckaer shit gotdamn asshole) Took my shit (Too Short sample: Beeitch!) FUCK! [Chorus - Scar] Stages in life no one said that it was right But I've got to hustle for the kids God only knows what I've gone and been Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend [Verse 2 - Big Boi] It was the night that they done dipped and all throughout the palace That didn't do his part heartbroke or no more marriage When it happens you'll be slappin yourself rememberin You coulda remained boyfriend and girlfriend Now you sittin in the courthouse plaintiff and defendant Pleadin to the judge you was in it to win it In the beginnin was splendid see she was grinnin and spendin All of her time wit the kids an' in the kitchen she'd cook She was fierce on the stove it was always great Covered plates in the microwave when I came home late But now we just debate like some candidates damn I hate Friction wishin I had paperwork on the misses but I didn't Damn... fuckin around [Chorus - Scar] Stages in life no one said that it was right But I've got to hustle for the kids God only knows what I've gone and been Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend [Bridge - Sleepy Brown & Scar] Girl you have to remember I gotta provide for the family and future So please stay down and please stay around cause you know That I'm tryna change but its hard cause I've been this way (Big boi: Man you already knew that shit) [Chorus - Scar] Stages in life no one said that it was right But I've got to hustle for the kids God only knows what I've gone and been Til we reach the end Just stay strong and be a friend |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Big Boi]
Time and time again see I be thinking about that future Back in the day when we slaves up everyone's a cool ass nigga But now we vultures slam my nigga back out To make his ass black out or even pull your fucking head To make his whole crew believers you're harder than a bitch full of dicks But that don't be sounding like he's shit to me See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood You better be strapped 'cause them niggas over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, serving on all your customers Rent was due on the 1st of the month so I'm hustling I buy you 50 box of Phillies at the Citgo And niggas be wanting drinks and shit from the fucking sto', yo But that's alright, tho', 'cause I be getting paid And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive [Chorus: x2] If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up [Andre] I've been slipping, slowly but surely Niggas I used to hang wit wants to act like they don't know me Come and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish your behind Take a number, I caught you in a slumber I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer But now it's the fall, I'm having a ball, making my nickels act strong To my niggas got to serving when they beep and when they call I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane I'm rolling reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain From being rough, from being tough, from being dangerous I'm hanging with the P.A. Niggas, ain't no gankin us See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't If you want to battle, it's either that you will or you won't See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke If you got some fly shit, yo, niggas gonna how we tote Dope, is not what I be slanging on this track Niggas don't comprehend that it be deeper that Cadillacs You know that, right, you bite, you fucked up You won't be getting away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up I rip shit wit pimp shit, I'm flinging it from the south Talk bad about the A town, I'll bust you in your fucking mouth [Chorus] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe blowe blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead Is what I say best run the other way In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw(naw, naw) I take that back, that's my problem Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts(retreat) I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead Cuz I'mma po' kid So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in mid-air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip And after again, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin... Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch Please ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere I'm bendin corners in my lac boi cause that's how we be rollin here Deep the slang is in effect because its Georgia Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow flow Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then To catch a buzz like a bumble bee Niggaz who tried to fuck with me Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see (Andre) My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No my heart don't pump no koolaid ... and you'll get you spray Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast Many a nigga fallin fast and How you think you last-in Quickly, they ain't gone get me Got somethin fo'em The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em Show'em, who's the ok Like collard greens and whole eggs I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got That's why yo style is ro-ten, Stop in the land of ATL Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped Quick to make a sale, swell Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that... (Chorus) Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music Now Players if you choose it You better make sure you don't abuse it We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh (Andre) Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes Then I yell ho We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed To do , I's in the house, house like A joint is lit fo my kin folks And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke Takin'em deeper than a submarine So scream when you hear the team of two My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong Word is bond like super glue Its funky like poopa scoop And every word I say you can true. (Big Boi) Well okey dokey kastout I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac The expialalistic coupe de ville Can you handle that you rat I take my time cruisin round the city malls And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call The one two to the guage p-u-m-p. You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me See i get friendly gettin in where i fit Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit So copy my slang and bite my shit But don't try heckelin me Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality (Chorus) (Big Boi) Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup So now I step, rather walk with the pimp Lit by, my niggaz are at east point With that college park hemp smoke style Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner And step back up in my cadillac (Andre) Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths And those for the hoes only when we rollin through Atlanta skies be blue The sun is beamin it seemin That i glisten, rather gleaming 20/20 got me leaning to the side Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin I'm dippin into your hood This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin Thumpin out the roaches Dungeon if ya'll missed it Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast ... |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Dre]
I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern bitches I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clowning mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them people?' I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to forehead of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really becoming a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer I think not, Officer Friendly trying to dig up in me He said I'm half assed and got no future And so he sent me up the creek and shit Stroking like hell without no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is [Chorus: Cee-Lo] I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me [Repeat: x4] [T-Mo] As I step, the stage is empty No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me Cruising down the block, just like I was a squirrel In a world full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? [Chorus] [Big Boi] Yeah, I'm steady bucking motherfuckers Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips Player shit is how I'm kicking it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a player Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my struggle on Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll You see that cash is in my shit like colon cancer Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects So don't flex or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really hang But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you feel me, nigga [Chorus] [Khujo] Khujo, coming in dope, bring it I got more problems than the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness into capping Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked But you can't feel it, sticking out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. Knighton take off your hat Can't even my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it Made you go on your hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew And they just might want to battle you Out with the quickness The price of living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting horrid The hunting child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a call to the wild I let out a call to the wild |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Big Boi]
Well it is I, the pimp playing nigga that you heard about Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses I got the hookers on the go and player rhymes that I fuck with I buy amps that pops my trunk swift I've been a player since the age of two That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk Do how them hoe sellers do See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be Always claiming true to what I do and then fuck what I see I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up And make my money 'cause my daddy never showed up But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone And nothing wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that But you ain't know I'm the one dipping and dodging bullets The price you pay when you behind it steady trying to pull it So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore They were my idols when I was a kid From nappy head, greasy face, eating watermelon To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon [Chorus: x2] I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real niggas step up like the players that's in back of me [Dre] All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watching over me Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like coming harder Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggas flee If it is one of my own, I'm letting the trigger be 'cause I got love for any nigga who got love for me And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slanging quarter keys Just trying to make it, then of age, come through, take it I ain't forgot about y'all women who be working niggas butt naked At Magic City, shaking titties just to pay the rent Lord, trying to hustle must be something that was heaven sent But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinking I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin' 'cause I be taking the rough side of the mountain If you cross my path, I'll leave you draining like a fountain Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975 Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive So little botty bwoy better say your prayers You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya [Chorus: x4] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus]
Let me take you on a funky ride All around the world And, if you let me get inside your mind Feel your spirits fly [Society of Soul] Oh baby, would you like to take a little ride with me Unleash your sexual fantasies It would be so nice relax your body next to me As I sing this OutKast melody On this funky ride So just relax baby [Chorus] [Society of Soul] Now baby, now the smoke is in the air Martell and Coke has got me there And we wonder why you're high? Well baby, it's nothing but that Sess in your chest that got you feeling kinda crazy So let your spirits fly and enjoy the ride Oh yeah baby [Chorus: x5] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus]
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git something Don't spend all your time trying to get high You need git up, git out and git something How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git something Cause you and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo] I don't recall, ever graduating at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found Always asked to give me some living life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not? My music's all that I got But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested I know you know but I'm goin' say this to you I, Get high but I don't get too high So what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without And what up with all these questions? As act as though you know something I don't. Do you have any suggestions? Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning Sick of taking trash out and toilet bowl cleaning But I'm also sick and tired of struggling I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smuggling No, that ain't what I'm about Cee-lo will just continue traveling this route Without any doubt or fear I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? [Chorus] [Big Boi] Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em See all the players came and all the players went A player ain't a gangsta but a player can handle his shit bitch You need to git up, git out, git something Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha [Chorus] [Big Gipp] A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind I'm getting paranoid and steady looking for the time It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride I'm digging through the ash tray, hoping to have a good day I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head (You got to git up, git out and git something) Now I know it's on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick '84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncing, Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit Cause they known for jumpinf out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustinf out around the corner in my hog Dippin from the area, I'm scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead 'cause I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past Hootie hoo, my white owls are burning kinda slow [Chorus] [Dre] Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why? Ain't nobody black running but crackers, so, why I got to register? I thinking of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start working at the loading dock They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping But I come home Bank like Hank, from licking and dipping Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point, still acting a fool Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ass Not, thinking about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's fucked up. I should of listened when my mama told me That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later Figured she was talking yin-yang, so I payed her no attention And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST So get up off your ass [Chorus: x4] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Big Boi]
Hootie Hoo Follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon It goes on and on and on, like that Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac Ah Suki, Suki All day and day, any day, every damn day I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claiming true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make [Chorus] Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo) Yeah, Hootie Hoo Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) [Andre Benjamin] Now playing these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, falling down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click No, it couldn't be me. Not me [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] Uh, well you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope with it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of ATL to the slums of College Park So god almighty no, it's Outkast for the 94 era You heard the player's call, we taking it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel And you may go to hell [Andre Benjamin] Set sail with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is It's that Southern ses in your chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some bo-los, you can throw those Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you'se a bitch [Chorus: x4] |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep Deeper than the page of a book let me look You let me hit the stage that's when I got my folks hooked like [Dre] Deeper than deep dish hammers and vogues Deeper fish in the ocean I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man) You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed, niggason they way To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?' I'm Outkasted and claiming true Aiming two at your motherfucking spine No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts Over Organized tracks full of facts So you know that it's D.E.E.P. [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway Aiming for your skull, yeah I'm flexing on you that a way So if you pulling a tool, nigga you better use it Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'ma hurt you Breaking knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like [Chorus: x2] [Dre] No, I ain't never been pimped by the system That's because I ain't no slave Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap Y'all think I'm stupid cause I shoots 'em up like cupid And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it My head's polluted cause I'm truly bobbin to the bottom If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em But no I don't because I don't be having fun The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green And I got a criminal record that will never come clean Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit And then never taking care of them has just become a habit I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin So you get mad and try to make me inferior You pissing me off, I'm in that ass like interior Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players That's living on a whim, thin ice and a prayer Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup Please don't let them pussy motherfuckers put that flag up But let me shut up cause they say we need dough Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994 Yeah, yes sir, it's like that Gonna take y'all deep, so go back [Chorus: x2] [Big Boi] I'm getting D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior Niggas try to bite their shit, but their shit is inferior We rolling thick like the Pillsbury Dough boy And I don't give a damn, motherfucker cause you know why The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene You hear me bastard, work a little bit faster Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes You'd probably shit your tightest draws cause I got a solid fuse So what do you really wanna do when I get militant Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this They call me Big Boi, I be capping with a big gun Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L [Chorus: x2] |
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Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas that's on that blow that run up in yo' crib which contains your lady and an 8 month old child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but they do not want to hear it because they'd rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin' and shit get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas that think you soft and say y'all be gospel rappin' but they be steady clappin' when you talk about bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who got them kids who got enough to buy an ounce but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo or to the park so they grow up in the dark never seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up? Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you you get down! [Big Boi] Man a nigga don't want no trouble a playa just want to kick back with my gators off and watch my lli'l girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme standin' my ground never back down Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine But good luck couldn't be bought see many a fights had to be fought G for a nigga to ride these Vogues oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats the first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack don't want that but it comes though most of the time you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that slow dough we worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for each other like we brothers from another mother Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the nut huggin' punk motherfuckers |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Verse 1:(Big Boi) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... (Hook) (Harmonica Solo) (Hook til fade) |
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[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools 'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos But skew it on the bar-be We ain't trying to lose Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge He large and got a 'Llac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spellman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far [Chorus: x2] Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up yo Price that longevity, suggest make moves Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows Leave em baggy and collect spot grows Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? [Chorus: x2] Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that don't bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin' Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right! College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! [Chorus: x2] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said get on the bus go get your work and keep your beeper chirpin' is a must Is you on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me & my nigga we roll together like Batman & Robin we prayed together through hard times and swung hard when it was fitting But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners that we be bending in Volkswagens & Bonnevilles Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build let your paper stack instead of going into overkill pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter live from home of the brave with dirty dollars beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread cheese & dough from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway now you may see some children dead off in the pathway it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady It's lookin' bad need some hope like the words maybe if or probably more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's gril of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause Is every nigga with golds for the fall Naw So don't get caught in appearance it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini The name is Big Boi Daddy Fat Sax the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that some say we problack boy we professional we missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles & the nut sacks you bust a rhyme we bust back Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit because Aquemini is Aquarius & Gemini runnin' shit like this My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten meet the twin Andre Ben welcome to the lion's den original skin many men comprehend I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believing in Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie and sometimes y nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever But until they close the curtain it's him & I Aquemini |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
{andre benjamin *(talkin)* geogre clinton *(singin)*}
everybodys got opinions on the way your livin but see they cant fill your shoes life is full of half illusions *(illusions)* blue modems and confusion *(confusion)* whatevers left im using to keep myself from losin, ya! you dont know what ive been thro *(oooh)* hell i might go thro you *(ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight)* uh-oh, oh no-oahohh *(that little boy just wanna eat tonight)* hey hey *(he scuffles with her boty and her face)* hey hey and mm-mmmmmmm *(mom im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)* all in all its all in my head {Big Boi} you know its that high guy, from East P.I. spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi how you gon handle me?!~?* you want me to lolligaga and talk that bullshit?! i refuse to play so im gon speak that southern good shit! that harder than yo hood shit, lil shit that make yall niggaz think about the trigger before you pull it, on liquor stores or banks them folks gotmore then enough bullets to put that ass off in the slang, dont clame no gang, we the niggaz, that did "that aint no thing but a chicken wang" but still tho, how you gon play a nigga like a dildo we outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo for real bro! {some lady} "in tonights news, 20th century tecchnology: has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr Scholls or Dr Jeckel and Mr Hyde? are we diggin into new ground... or diggin our own graves? story at 11" {George Clinton} valley girls are horny tonight *(ooooooh)* fuzzy logic, their public virginity *(oooooooh)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* concieved under the influence of toxic wasted doctors computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa and various viruses performing the laser light precision and verbal incision for a lingustic ballistic lobotmy mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy of the medula oblongata accept your mind down your spine and out your behind! fuck you {andre benjamin} synthesizer, microwave me give me a drug so i can make 7 babies pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up? please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck my nose aint right think ill get a new one just take you pick a yellow, red, a black or a blue one virtual reality, virtual BULLSHIT synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit who a bitch? give me my gat so i can smoke this nigga tell his mamma not to cry cuz they can clone him quicker than it took his daddy to make him niggaz bitin verbatim thought provokin records radio never played dem instant, quick crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize but if you synthesize ill understand your synthesizer man {George Clinton} ghetto boy horny tonight SCSI with a booty in the cage problem sinkin down and stretchin out so sleepy, playin safe in cyberspace *(synthesizer)* cybersexy wendy *(synthesizer)* web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time get a lapdance on your laptop while your laptops in your lap digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time cybersexy wendy web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time fuzzy logic, its groovy....... |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
{backbone}
from front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight picture the scene, these feinds w/fire 10 $ dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that im with whateva like wheatstraw stuck servin my cocaine raw stop 62 off the brick, jump back 20 over now thats more money to get slick, we fin to LICK on this corner without gettin caught but time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow sangin *(fuck him)* that why he ride thro the hole w/the do swingin but i make moves -- shake them tricks up they shoestrings be more precise when we do things cuz life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice like 5--deuce, fo -trey, okay im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {big boi} sheyit cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them $s and cents they get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent anything gion you aint knowin how much money YOU spent but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents who hang around you cuz you be buyin all the weed and ALL the chicken feedin everybody, smokin em out when you was broke tho they was missin now you ridin bout fo deep startin to tear up YOU suspension and your baby mamma on child support my fault, forgot to mention you dont even have a checkin account wasnt thinkin about no pension i used to work at Steak -n- Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen had determination and graduated now i got the whole rap world fascinated i wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it continue to sell dope, its payin the bills so you gon do it but legislation got this new policy 3 strikes and youre ruined.......now where your crew at? yea....... im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {cool breeze} ay me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs we better watch what we doin and look out for Joe Nab and quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot niggaz talkin cuz they makin some flow but still aint did nuttin that int been done befo you cant be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot and improvise and work with that little you got so i think when i finish sellin my last sack imma take some of this money, go and give some back cuz people wont forget about the time you gave, know what im sayin? and start thinkin bout a path to pave im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Big Boi]
February 1st 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me They want to be me and my family too Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime So fire it up Chorus: Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main You might call us country, but we's only Southern And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end) |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
(Masada)
Mahogany team queens up on the rise Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?) The game is hot you could never be a winner Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what? Can't be a joke I've been through too many games Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (Andre Benjamin) Yo, now You and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads? Felines in heat, meowin for some yarn balls Now you and hear done got to drankin Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink and your girl done got to thinkin She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful" You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get? Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit here's what you do -- you grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all" These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause Them black ball laws of balance at all cost Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (WitchDoctor) Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda on the balcony, I got a sofa Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya, fuck flowers The ceremony starts from the shower with the water I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese to get you pregnant overseas Maybe make sho' that's my seed Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single Talkin to you Miss Bilingual Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair Mamacita, papadonna (4X) (Big Boi) Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin but they choosin Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls cause that just what I'm used to I mean that, the first that look my way just gon' get splack packed To the front to the back there's Cognac Got my throat, burnin like burlap Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers These hookers they praisin my crew like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie she thought we was some motherfuckin genies So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended Told her, and her silly friends, "Get out" before they got offended To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down on the freestyle tip, geyeah! Mamacita, papadonna (8X) Permecito, senorita, mamacita Mira mira, what's your name? Maria Same as mi tia, de Colombia I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia And you don't think I got nuttin for ya? You must be crazy I'm out here tryin to feed my baby Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit Do it one more time, sheeyit |
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