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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Big Rube (Spoken)
Conceive true deception, and multiplied a million fold. Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense, that we get em confused. The resident evil specialize in misconstruing. We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing? Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin ourself, but not bein' ourself. We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat. Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat. While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season. Look at the picture that's painted. Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where Sodomites get all the rights. We fall for fights with fisticuffs, get pissed enough to miss the bus. It disgusts me to see my folks run up on. I say stand up on the section of time marked Revelations. And recognize this mind numbing reality of horror, known as mankind. Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen, a righteous number of righteous men. Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end. The Devil say the end is the beginning. They teach that we were the product of incest. Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics. Stand with us and don't look back upon. Just face this mind state, otherwise Babylon. Debra Killings My memories of yesterday Cut and scratched Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah, Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Y-y-y-yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) Andre I bet you never heard of a playa with no game Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame Take this music dead serious while others entertain I see they makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain, or can I I feel they disrespectin' their whole thang Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessin' one mo' lesson from the south we in the house tonight Now who-ty who wants to oppose, suppose We rolls through Headland and Delowe Where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While my close niggaz laugh at The Southern slang, finger waves and mojo chicken wangs I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by Afrikan Bambaataa, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn (Ninety-six gonna be that year), done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Big Boi Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boi I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin my raps and throwin' them craps Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas, they're watchin yo' back For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious To stand up on yo' game and pimpin' these crows you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know of I wanna be playin' but runnin' up on me like you miss me You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo shit and rollin' yo eyes back Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice and rollin' your Cadillac But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, be leavin' em in the dust So keep that 'cain up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz dippin' (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Like memories of yesterday Andre My dearly beloved we are gathered to life Like soap is the lather we come clean Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin' On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin' Bringin' our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest Growing old Big Boi Like some eagles, people don't understand Just like their parents don't be carin' I'm speakin' about you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin' In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinkin' you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin' no bitches 'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday (Ninety-six gonna be that year) Debra Killings Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness (Ninety-six gonna be that year), turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden (Ninety-six gonna be that year), for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Andre (Fading In) See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn 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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game
Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction Speakin of pullin yo' girl lookin at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I ryhme for y'all, I'm lookin to prove a point kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why the nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why but me and my folks, cuz yall niggas jokes like the joker I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post Lodge *Its Just Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac (x2) This ol sucka MC stepped up to me Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestylin Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you whylin I say look boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this Let me explain on this child style so you don't miss I grew up to myself not round no park bench just a nigga bustin flows off in apartments Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion This side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs askin where we come from...South Post slums *Repeat It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes Hittin Girbauds and off these flows we havin the playa chill In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cuttin the fool now I'm doin ya at the house and throwin you out because I'm through now Don't you love the way we clamin Bankhead, stankhead Lookin around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted Fainted when you heard the bourbon servin on the block And all you bitin indivuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted I'm dealin wit Queens in my castle aint worth to risk it Now tricks be lookin at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "We'll rap for food" My face is bawled up cuz I ain't in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the windex Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E. Prone to finish this out cuz this be a free-style Now who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion this side niggaz dustin, that side niggaz lacin but in the middle we stay calm we just drop...... |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocain powder i know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they go the other route turn each other out burn each other out where a bonified nigga like me can't even get no back rub these days ain't that bleak on they part but let me hold it down cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart now that's hard while we rantin and ravin bout gats nigga they made them gats they got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at Chorus: Ooooh, I fear the battle's just begun Ooooh, though we're here someday we will be gone so i'm hopin, wishin, prayin to keep my faith in you, in you (yo, yo, yo in background) I'm fascinated by the way yo nipples peak at me through yo blouse freaky me, freaky you can't help but be aroused 'scuse me lord less for thinkin but that's the way we was brought up sneakin to watch playboy at night we all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls is alot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels durin P.E., we'd be exploring each others privates hunchin with all our clothes on until we felt excited then, aaaah oh now its on from here on out put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what i'm talkin bout now if two hearts done walk on out and i see you on the next song they call it horny Because its devilish now see we dead wrong Chorus People don't know the stress i'm dealing with day to day Speakin about the feeling i'm possessing for Rene Mopin around and wondering where she stay saw her last that she lay give it another day i say but the lord he taketh away now give it back lawd cause that's like backboards without the rims me and my auntie was tight like southwest before the pinks moved in like the niggas that owned the ligour store crack cocaine, pimps and whores livin up on this earth before a nigga like daddy was born but they makin a scene that my music and crime are a team but i'm speakin the truth not dreams so what in the fuck they mean my lyrics ain't clean Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Cool Breeze
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we took from the warehouse I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just tell everybody who us a dime It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang" (It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang! East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...) Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, it won't be over Check this out Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote? On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up and sang... Verse Three: Big Gipp Took me a long time to get here Long time man I'm talkin about, years, and years Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers If you don't educate yourself Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid? Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad Lookin to get my Goodie feel I'm broke in like some old men Who'd stop dem or would stop I'm droppin lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to dream It's ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear that bitch scream? (It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...) |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Big Boi:
Peep what I say Everyday--the sun sets just like clockwork Put the glock to work And puttin the body to standstlls Man it kills me Taking that life is like taking a shit Hit or miss--niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why ya gotta guard ya grill Like a barbecue--cause them harming you Are just like honeybees swarming you Vocally arming you was my responsibility It's killing me--thinking that all these niggas See they fly shit--thinking they steven segall an Balling--falling to the wayside when ya try to call I've fallen--when we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex They get the tecs to flex--like solo for tha lo-lo Smoke same thing no-no--not this time Niggas around my way can rhyme So fuck that country shit--we done a bunch of shit And yes ya heard of this--out of this world like E.T. Coming across ya T.V. Extraterrestrial--straight from ATL. (Know what I'm saying--Like that--Yeah) Chorus: Out of this world Are you alien? (repeat 3x) Out of this world....... Andre: Right now I'm smiling Taking advantage of this moment Cause there might not be another soon Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you I may appear to be your average joe But little do you know that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with Floating in this game of life Despite how out of place you may feel In this race oh you just can't quit Ain't that a bitch--that being heat I'm on the beat like cops Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Why?--Cause in a sense See we all be kind of fly Just can't be scared to spread your wings Head to better things Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale they want to sing--keeping this thing alive To the table's what we bring We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring Extraterrestrial (Out of this world--Things like that--Yo) Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Andre
One for the money yes uhh two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of somethin good Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood Just tryin ta find that hookup Now everyday we look up at the ceiling Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin ta catch that feelin off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like freeze, we makin the crowd move but we not makin no G's And that's a nono Verse Two: Big Boi Yeah, uhh, check it Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin Niggaz say motherfuck that playin, they payin We stay in layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys up in dis industry, Outkast yea dem niggaz they makin big noise Over a million sold to this day, niggaz they take it lightly Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me ...around this bitch Chorus: repeat 2X Me and you, your momma and your cousin too Rollin down the strip on vogues Comin up slammin Cadillac doz (doors) Verse Three: Big Boi Back in the day when I was younger, hunger Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit off like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys Smokin them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses passes gettin thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin like Halle Berry So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin wine We's just chillin, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smokin freely, me Lil B, Greet, Mon and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we gone Chorus Verse Four: Andre Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid I know y'all got buku of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check If you don't move yo' foot then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gonna continue Chorus |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Uhh
As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants We finna enhance your brain, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo' just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call *Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... Touched by the wheelz of steel... Now show me how you feel... It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies Yo, we take no shit, like ummm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo' But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine *Repeat Okay, like this, yeah yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times for Legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times OutKast and it don't stop One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop Four times OutKast and it don't stop *Repeat |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse 1:
Revolutionary scary Thought provoking spoken Words of a chain I don't feel but I see visions from me at twenty three making us free in my community one day is what I live for ain't thinking about no hope no more I got my boots I kick it till I get with Adapt and overcome oh hum hum Go get my gun load up for fun and put down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade I know its through them plenty figures cocaine dealers walk the wrong side up in they rides, looking cleaner then I seen them the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking G's In the South Indies my nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles off in the hood Knowing each and every nigger sellin', but can you blame the fact the only way a brother can survive the game the block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings in fair times so writing rhymes it ain't just the police we kill each other just lost another brother fast living will get you took, thinking it can't happen to you and then it do off crooked schemes its just a dream floating face down in the mainstream Chorus: Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream that's why some are found floating face down in the main stream Verse 2: They swan divin' fit they name be thrashing an album go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened? be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and wrong ingredients, maybe too much herbs and spices, maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same so I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta My alta mater be that I follow I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow I hope you vomit, won't call no names cause that's not my job it just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are but if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel but then it might get ugly cause trust me niggas do feel the way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus we kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers face down, face down, face down (Chorus) Verse 3: I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live when you was hungry, fed you a hot meal, look at the hand you deal me crudball business giving niggers inches so here, take a foot luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes, experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours, process momma moping like jerry meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery never to obtain another level of con-science only to test, to poke and see why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed ??? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny but a missle will take it all the way just as quick as you can say I wish I never did what I did now face this bid it was the company you kept, the many places you slept when you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap contributing to sin and your nigga bitch in the court showing paper thin got you niggers where they want you again, floating face down in the mainstream thats why, thats why, thats why (Chorus) Verse 4: Everybody's a player, rubbin them kangols on their head thinking its all about your clothes, nigger its all about your self the way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head to dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery you know the history about this clique bitch oh, what, you want me to call you slut? then why you fucking all them niggers letting them all up in your guts but see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even my partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven in the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits in the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish (Chorus x4 |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
[Dre]
Me and everything around me, is unstable like Chernobyl Ready to go at any moment, jumpin like a pogo stick Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience Expect the worse but now I'm pacin, back and forth Inside I'm melting like water on wicked witches A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences I had the best of life in my clinches but monkey wrenches was thrown Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long I fall asleep before the endin, don't even get to say Amen I hope He understand I be on bended knees At times, I think I'm crazy, so I say forget it Or maybe it's the devil infiltrating and like Riddick...Bowe I've been fighting this since them fetus days I count from one to twenty, when I'm through, repeat the phrase It's just a phase, it's gon all pass, but that gets old too I'm weakening like a deacon doin dirt What am I supposed to do? Chorus: Dre Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh (Planets and stars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh (Earth, Jupiter, Mars) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh (Hoes, clothes, cars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh (It's who you are) [Big Boi] See, from bedknobs to broomsticks, we lookin to start some new shit I'm writin this rhyme in faith, so when you hear it, hope you true it My nigga, you do it like swooshes, the lyrical cleanse and new zits Wipin away your germs and fillin your cranium with juices See Mo goes on, my slick flow flows on Straight from west Savannah, Georgia, but the S.W.A.T.S. is my home Never go wrong cuz the click is tighter than gnat ass and that bad Mosquito, now we goes, I'm proud of you peoples For sellin your crack in sacks, I'm glad I'm white not Black Shit, on the real, that's how them whiteys really act When your back was turned, them slackers learned and now we fallin apart You lookin me in my eye, but you ain't feelin me in your heart Yes, yes Lord, give me the power within the final hour These niggaz, they leavin me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower Now or never, let's stick together and overcome But they don't feel like marchin, cuz they shoes is overrun Ain't that a bitch Chorus Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Hoes, clothes, cars It's who you are Chorus Planets and stars Earth, Jupiter, Mars Hoes, clothes, cars It's who you are |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Something's gotta give!
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king, bankhead Verse One: Big Boi Under-cover, over da hills and thru tha woods I go Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now You up to par and ready fo yo lesson I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let's crank up a session Like Tri-City high school, was pullin em in a broke down Rabbit I spit a couple of words and layin em down was just a habit Just like smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up Talkin about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit Isotoners And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhymin Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls Girl when you givin up them draws, cause I got a couple of niggaz down the hall That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin selfish Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis Cause the postman rings twice... Hey Mr. Postman.... Chorus: repeat 2X power, power, I come gimme some tha deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car let's travel far, tha southern star shines Verse Two: Dre Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you) record companies act like pimps Gettin paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother and a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof" Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth Poof, back in the real world where birds fly From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe The shit that niggaz attempt cause they got other mouths to feed besides they own Chorus Verse Three: Big Boi There's some hoes in this house, damn right I'm thinkin about the way you skull me, guzz me Suckin me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip Shakin that ass for daddy puttin this gas off in my Cadi-llac Back, don't ever snap, packin the gats and pimpin whores Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin necklace You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Big Boi
In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he Verse Two: Andre I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time I kept on rhymin, not complainin Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop But to each his own, my speech is gon', keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy then I'm happy Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors Like that... |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison *Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody say O-Yea-yer *Repeat Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender, ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say... *Repeat Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay *Repeat |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Navem nu, cuando sol
Tutu nu, vondo nos nu Vita em, no continous non Nos nu ekta nos sepe ta, amen You can be sure Some will owe to get high you may hurt till you cry You may die... (you may die) Keep on trying (keep on trying) Till it's summer, in the city Till it's summer, in the city |
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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 - 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)
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)
Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder [Chorus] We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah my lord [Big Boi] To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg [Chorus] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially Invite you to an emotion filled theater Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder [Chorus] We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension Our only intention is to take you high High, yeah, yeah my lord [Big Boi] To make one bob they head would be the track job Tour job's to spit that fire Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do' But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg [Chorus] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is goin on I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon "Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo' Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so' from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done <i>[Big Boi]</i> The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing at the house cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin We should be in the Dungeon shortly Ain't nobody on they porch see Approachin the final exit I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know they smokin Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i> <i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i> All's well, nothing's well |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
<i>[Andre Benjamin]</i>
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is goin on I'm on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon "Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo' Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so' from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done <i>[Big Boi]</i> The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family I drove the biggest thing at the house cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin We should be in the Dungeon shortly Ain't nobody on they porch see Approachin the final exit I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know they smokin Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION <i>[echoes]</i> <i>[sung in a low voice over and over]</i> All's well, nothing's well |
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hold on , be strong
take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm And smelling like Boone Farm Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief it to steal from his own mom Kuniving Kon Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screaming "Let's get it on" A lust that love the drank Drunk driving a tank Rolling over a bank Cops see my and faint It's drastic And I'm passed my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat Push a baby carriage into the street Till it's minced meat Your men's been beat The minute I step foot on your street This is fight music hold on , be strong take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along 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 hold on , be strong take off your thong cmon this is how we sing the song sing along (reapert3x) |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne Too late to pray that I'm on it.. Ya, yeah, yeahhhh [OutKast] Y'all, uh-huh, y'all [Andre Benjamin] And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see That's Liberation and baby I want it.. Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think Now that's Liberation and baby I want it.. [Big Boi] (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) How many times I, sit back and contemplate I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story.. My relationship, with my folks is give and take And I done took so much, not givin my glory Now have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me [Cee-Lo] No, nooo, noooooooo I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly Seven and forty days.. heyyy Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee.. We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I.. There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind The beginning or the end But people keep your head to the skyyyyy [singers in background over interlude] Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X) [Erykah Badu] Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggaz hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broad treat you like a nigga po' You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home.. [Big Rube] I must admit, they planted a lot of things in the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it unless you lookin at the canvas of life and not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe I don't we in Kansas no mo' though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the man on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen Just by rappin.. LIBERTAD.. |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne Too late to pray that I'm on it.. Ya, yeah, yeahhhh [OutKast] Y'all, uh-huh, y'all [Andre Benjamin] And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it.. Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see That's Liberation and baby I want it.. Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think Now that's Liberation and baby I want it.. [Big Boi] (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) How many times I, sit back and contemplate I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story.. My relationship, with my folks is give and take And I done took so much, not givin my glory Now have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me [Cee-Lo] No, nooo, noooooooo I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly Seven and forty days.. heyyy Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee.. We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I.. There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind The beginning or the end But people keep your head to the skyyyyy [singers in background over interlude] Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X) [Erykah Badu] Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggaz hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broad treat you like a nigga po' You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home.. [Big Rube] I must admit, they planted a lot of things in the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it unless you lookin at the canvas of life and not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe I don't we in Kansas no mo' though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the man on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen Just by rappin.. LIBERTAD.. |
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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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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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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down Get the shit straight when I got damn get out Well shit This what really goin down Whassup my nigga another day the same shit Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left" Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step They treat you like a motherfuckin slave Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved Niggaz better get they game tight Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books I hear so many lies it make me sick These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks I can't wait til the day they let me go So I can eat some steak and shrimp grab a mic, and bust a flow I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out I'm out man |
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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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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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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[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)
[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)
{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)
{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)
damn, damn, damn James
dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first lil' taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once but I was so engulfed in the E I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with set it off in the right but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight but in actuality it's only about 3 am and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up) two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham) and one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cold? it's just my interpretation of the situation damn, damn, damn James Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I can remember that damn thang like yesterday the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a nigga felt like i chiefed a whole O of that presidential my heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations (that is) can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped go and marinate on that for a minute |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
damn, damn, damn James
dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first lil' taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once but I was so engulfed in the E I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with set it off in the right but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight but in actuality it's only about 3 am and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up) two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham) and one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cold? it's just my interpretation of the situation damn, damn, damn James Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I can remember that damn thang like yesterday the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a nigga felt like i chiefed a whole O of that presidential my heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations (that is) can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped go and marinate on that for a minute |
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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)
{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)
[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)
[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)
[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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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)
[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)
[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: 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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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)
[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)
[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)
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)
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)
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 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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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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)
*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 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)
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 - 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)
[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]
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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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 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 Outkast - Land of A Million Drums (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 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 Bad Company [ost] (2002)
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh 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 living 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 Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah 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 Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad 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 HA 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 |
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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh 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 living 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 Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah 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 Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad 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 HA 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 |
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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 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 Outkast - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (2003)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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from Outkast - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (2003)
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three uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho' But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is Killing me right now Thank God for mom and dad For sticking two together Because we don't know how Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ You think you've got it Oh you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Until there's nothing at all We get together oh we get together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is (nothing is forever) Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? then what makes? Then what makes? (love the exception?) So why oh? why oh? why oh? why oh? Why oh? are we so in denial? When we know we're not happy here? Hey ya! hey ya! (don't want to Meet your daddy) hey ya~~~~~ (Just want you in my caddy) Hey ya~~~~~ (don't want to meet your mama) Hey ya~~~~~ (just want to make you cumma) Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya! alright now Alright now fellas (yeah) What's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold) I can't hear you? I say what's what's cooler Than being cool? (ice cold) Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright ladies! (yeah) We gon' break this thing down In just a few seconds now don't have me Break this thing down for nothing Now wanna see y'all on y'all Baddest behavior lend me some sugar I am your neighbor ah! here we go! Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya! shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Sugar shake it shake shake it Shake it shake shake it Shake it shake it shake shake it Shake it like a polaroid picture! Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~ Hey ya~~~~~ hey ya~~~~~~~~ |
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