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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags! [Verse One: Jay-Z] We arose, let's go "So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin tags Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come, first served basis You know Hov' be goin to nice places That's right, and I'm droppin cash Leave the mall with garbage bags Gucci this, Prada that Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags [Chorus] [Verse Two: Twista] It's a party when I go up in the sto' Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro' Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill' and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo' Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall on the glimmer with the glock by the ball Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6 Then it's straight from the block to the mall Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off to the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none (When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up) And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Killer Mike] Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys say my style is bitchin Keepin coke in the kitchen Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest tucked underneath my Michelin S I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg Got a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat! [Chorus] [Verse Four: Big Boi] Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short No more MD, DD, LD That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please My sheets is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimpously serve the song Act a damn donkey Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home Drop top rag-o with the weed gone Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs Or are you actin mad cause the money done slowed, down, just a little bit Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit Actin like a pitfall bull-pit Dead game is the pul-pit Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin A miracle happenin Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin Pop that tag on some of this game Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change [Chorus] |
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from Scooby-Doo (스쿠비-두) by David Newman [ost] (2002)
In the land of a million drums there is always something going on, on, on, on If you can't locate your thought off might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home In the land of a million drums I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn Intergalatic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium This one for scooby, pass the doobie imma do me one, do me one Only you clean over I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin to told ya We fathers with seeds of our own We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones Now that the theory gone wrong An embryo with no soul Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold Shaggy pass the boombastic Daphne said don't do that Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows so I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow Scooby-doo, scooby-doo, scooby damn doo, scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo) Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies Shaggy wake up, we've been had Our scooby snacks they got the whole stash He said, who who, I don't have a clue I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel Tell him to send another package right through the mail In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her To get the Mystery Machine ready I'm two-wayin Daphne and Freddy Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped Dippin through the flash tryin to get our stash back Roundin up suspects, collection' clues I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need em? The hound's only found when you feed him In fact he probably got my sack Tell him holler back Break it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin down Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know Ooo, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know We rock the world I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids (oh oh, oh no) (Until song s out) |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous Never could understand when my momma used to tell us "Don't take your food outside around your friends Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood" The play has just began follow me now Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting ? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks I will if it's the last thing I do Hook: Everlasting talking: Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit. Big Boi: Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes Just like he's suppose to, quote you "Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you" Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting Hook Big Boi: One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things Go on from here to Bornhome to London England, Wall Street to y'all street Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat But I'm back on it Because we last forever sound good don't it? Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component Said that's it, man f**k that shit On and on and on and I'm out Hook |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go, welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you like to come? (girl moaning, lasts throughout intro) Bounce baby. (We're bouncing) Bounce. Bounce. (We're bouncing) 2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing) We bouncing. (We're bouncing) BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby) (We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce. (Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce! Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce. (Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce) (Let's bounce) We bouncing now. All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here, southwest and 92 strong. BREAK!! -clap- |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Alright (x28)*Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?Well burn motherfucka burn American DreamDon't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya whyI hear that mother nature's now on bir
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
It's cold, it's cold. No it's cold. It ain't cold, it's cold. I'm cool, I'm cool. I'm cool. It's me, I'm cool. |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
*Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean(So fresh and so clean clean)Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo'sAnd El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like RaloSo follow it's your time at the ApolloMinus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-printTeddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie JacksonSippin a milkshake in a snowstormLeft my throat warm in the dorm room at the AUWe do hey you And might do some cake tooBut you must have me mistaken with them statements that you makeCause*RepeatCanary yellow seven house of business on displayMy nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims todaySo a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideoutI'ma show you how to wild out like Jack TrippaLet me be bambino on your snippasYKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizardWhen I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold yaLike Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deepBut i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for meCause*RepeatThose huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouthTellin me everything that's on yo nasty mindThey say your malnutrition in need of vitamin DAnd inviting me to that tingle in yo spineI love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne FrankLet's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeksWith change and no chains and whips I do suck lipsTill hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freakHa Ha*Repeat(And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet(In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic(repeat)*Repeat (x2)
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah this one right here goes out
to all the baby's mamas mamas Mamas mamas baby mamas mamas Yeah go like this I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times A baby drama mama don't like me She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin to fight me She need to get a piece of the american pie and take her bite out That's my house I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a paycheck Private schools daycare shit medical bills I'll pay that I love your mom and everything see I aint the one who laid down She wanna rip you up start a custody war my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish frys and cookouts On my child's birthday I ain't invited Despite it show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you do is defend that lady when I call you I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter Got a special thang goin on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather Ms Jackson Ten times out of nine now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen then the puppy love thing together dream Bout that crib with the goodyear swing On the oak tree I hope we feel like this forever Forever forever ever forever ever Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra off the sadder Thoughts of me thoughts of she thoughts of he Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me Had I pray so much about it need some knee pads It happened for a reason one can't be mad So know just know that everything is cool And yes I will be present on the first day of school and graduation I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Look at the way he treats me shit look at the way you treat me See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G Without a paddle you left the straddle and ride this thing on out And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth I'm talkin about jealousy and fidelity envy Cheating beating and to the G's they be the same thing who you placin the blame on you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz I'm murder city's Sargent Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters What up whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Niggaz know I, Fed Ex my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this through Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin' tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up I'm a eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin Gone be the first one of some Mexicans to buck Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' You're not, your clock stop, and now you laying in a pretty box And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother fuckin' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate, it's too late, ' cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy Ol' girl might rape well G, you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talking 'bout Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures We two of the dopest mic controllers Stack big bank, honey folders Even wit rollers, I'm trying to told ya Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lappets Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating 'cause I'll box you in the motherfukkin' mouth A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move your bombo Before me start trip Nuff a them a talk like Outkast Nuff a them a trip Nuff a them come in like a bitch Whey wear slip A J-Sweet me name an me already Chris A Outkast me spar wid So boy nuh try dis If you dis boy shot knaw go miss Gun shot a go teck you just like fits Boy hear me song an thought a remix Brand new tune platinum hits We nah go run and switch like no bitch Outkast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah Yeah Yes Spaghetti Junction
Yes yes Elope ski slopes ahh Damn.. yeah, check this out Niggaz elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speakin about these pros cause you know nothing bout that man The nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like ValuJet You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch and talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah they kickin niggaz do' down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess, but Never shall you test and never shall you quit Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction Uhh, check it A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs) Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack Niggaz don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man 'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off they ass boi We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Theives can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See my folks can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction Uh, check this shit out doe, uh, well Well like flip-flops and football socks A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy? I'm callin yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin about this crew you run wit Bankhead bouncin to that dumb shit So what mo' can you come wit? Yess, they can bite but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas" So +Run+ like +D.M.C.+ is me and no, don't got no heater Uh, yeah, check, uh, well.. we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat just in case these youngsters tryin to take it Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot Well, they come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill - suprised Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the junction Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, junction To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction, junction |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Hook
i'll call before i come i won't just pop over out the blue i hope that you do to i'll call before i come i won't just pop over out the blue not after ou Oh thank you lord for throwing some shy bones in my body let me tell you why if not so i'd be too, too bad when it comes to pink polka dots and plaids golda to meet you, my name is Dre But you can call me possum allawishes jenkins andre 3000 for short and naaw i don't want to see your thongs i kinda like them old school cute regular draws and will pause for your cause hook I'm a gentleman, i'm gonna satishfy your soul and then i'm gonna get mine like wimbledon we back and forth across the court untl we give out do you take it or spit it are you faking the funk andliving a lie do you really know what it feels like to have no control over the g spot it's like a brand new pair or reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed you feel the tingling all over the convulstions or the rooster pox i used to not give a dame but now i make it a point just to please you so you can go back and tell all your buddies pretty d'd you hook Let's see what you wanna do with the gangsta boo let's cut, nigga, nugga what i'll cut you too coming through in a escalade limo tint with shade purple haze in the ashtray ready to get a balze what the biz nigga jump on in relaz wit a lady wit a reputation known for sexing niggz till they crazy whatcha mean dog, tellina player like boo to call before i come you a game i'm fuching you for fun join the bandwagon join come and freak wit somebody riding jaguars, riding prowlers and sports cars Hitting strip bars wit the top down, fuch y'all groupie you need to be glad you even knew me do me and tell all my friends you truly blew me hook nigga you better dial 404-485 well bump all that but shit yo'd better call before you get here and that's a fact before you get your feelings hurt because you caught me playing nurse wit a stethoscope running around in one of those chute short white skirts i tired to tell you, but you wouldn't respond to idle wishes peepind in the window saw me cooking shrimp in high heels and washing dishes for daddy fat sax and it's something i couldn't explain i know it's a dirty, dirty game. but you should called before you came Hook |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Yeah
Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for liv ing the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Andre]
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they want it hurry When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?" Apparently not that's why you get what you got Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah" The body of hot, the motivator of pots Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you What the future holds in its sweaty palms Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cell to the common cold rebel Night gets jealous of day play is no longer The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale Hook: We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [B-Real] Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates but you still hesitate Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how To brainwash me to be a commercial clown Fuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work God only knows all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck XXL you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit about the Real Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling Jump into my ragtop and get all in I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours The world is lost, the world is tossed We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade (repeat 3X) And we some home-made bombs Finna blow right up in your face [Big Boi] With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps Making that music that make your neck hurt And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps |
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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:
Ahhhh I stank I can, I stank I can The funky engine that could Oooo oooo! yosky wosky, pisky wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose What's your locomotive, the chatter nigga choo choo Chorus: Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams (repeat) Big Boi: Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya Life is like a great big roller coaster Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it Demand it over stand it then you handle it Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams "No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17 From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em (Chorus) Too Democratic, Republic fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it You living for the lotto never hit it, I met a critic I made her shit her draws She said she tought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol I said "Oh hell naw!" but yet it's that too You can't discrimahate cause you done read a book or 2 What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it "whoo" To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote And a quote for collision the decision Is do you want to live or wanna exist The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches Speeches only reaches those who already know about it This is how we go about it (Chorus) Erykah Badu: I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked And dragged away and thrown away And then 1 day it turns to clay It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way And there it lays until the rain and sun Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life And that's life and that's life (Chorus) Andre: Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams Y'all can't harm me, it's over |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Man, my woman done left me Damn I got laid off Shit They say a compruter can do my job better then I can damn do it Mutherfuckers Man pour me another drink I feel ya |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Want can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife Life a butter knife What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high That can't go to sleep, don't wanna eat Pray to God that he don't do crack What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw Feeling every drip drop she can generate imitate seesaws What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club Figure that he ought to maybe be a pimp simply 'cause he don't like love What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up to this volume What can make a nigga wanna loose all faith in Anything that he can't feel through his chest wit sensation |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia We shittin on ery'body talkin that bullshit Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall I'm down with 'Dre 3000 ' cause he got my back y'all Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin Don't get me wrong, got four albums stay consistant You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of.. finished.. college.. without you I doubt you, do that though, so do this here and keep that bullshit out of our ear You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me The love for the music keepin Big Boi spittin real G Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes that lose it's value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it He got it-type nigga ' round the town, town, town Had he not played it so flat he ask you when half of these niggas hurtin and workin Would be he be found, found, found In a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up) With his dick shoved in some B got a lot up Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face of peasants when he Microsoft'n in the place You gettin on my nerves, well I'm gettin on your case Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet I know you got the bigges t bank roll and you ballin Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that toolie to his head Little did he know that, waitin in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done Don was the one who came in contact with those with slow goals who prone to sell crack On this megaphone, hey look world I'm on You off, he floss hard cause he celebrate the fact Little did he know that, waitin in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know *Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon click Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up find Jerome, ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on *Repeat Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough When beef come areound can't let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get it right back I trap by day boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight *Repeat I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns and masks We not scared to blast and dip off fast With the Dungeon click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's known to keep his gun away First nigga run up and try to jack mine, first nigga fuck up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P *Repeat Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs Get full, and niggaz, niggaz, pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Have you heard the news today
They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way Tooo much for her little mind to bare And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya Toilet Tisha is the issue Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha Damn we miss ya Dont go away Dont you dare go away from me girl I can help you Dont go away dont you dare leave me Dont go away, away Dont go away Five thousand, one hundred ten days Is a short period of time a mere fourteen years On this precious mother earth, you see Tisha had issues And her decision making skills were still in its early stages Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood Pause, Just like a brother with a thousand pauses Should I shouldnt I I cant I have to, mama will never see me the same Daddy and Big Mama I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house The unthinkable moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue And no way of expressing her feeling to her mam or anybody else in her life Tisha done came to the crossroads and now she got to choose Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing They don't know, but I do though Baby my darling you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where I had to give your mama call And thank her for spending time with your daddy For all its worth, girl what's your frequency And can I come there frequently Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer Ounce of killa dilla, be making my game more flagrant And once I done had some Cuervo 'bout six shots I'm nothin to play wit Like plug sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies Maybe Lady Luscious oba kaybee so they say thee An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like Tony Mercedes And will work every last muscle off in your body like Billy Blanky Hanky panky, where did you get your gold grill cause it's banging And I like then redhot Fila straight from Walters off the chain Fuck them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you 'Cause you push a big black Buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues Slum beautiful you's the would to me, shawty I dig ya And I'm loving the way them Jordache got a bear hug on your figure You my nigga, nigga Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast I could almost taste outer space I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too Hello, I'm the man that God made you for Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed Or was it a pack of Now Laters cause you're the sweetest thing on my head And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you And if you want to spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison |
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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 Beyonce - Dangerously In Love (2003)
Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach To each his own, I'm a stone cold Aquarian freak Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets It's the player from the point And your girl from the d Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your move I sit and wait for nobody People say that my style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do I blow you away? Do I stimulate your mind Would you taste my love if I kick it tight I have none to waste with you I guess you can say My style is so crazy I think you like it baby Do you want to get nasty I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star Undress me undress me You can come Come baby, undress me Take off that tank top and pull off them drawers The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls Aw naw! getting to the nappy root Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my rose petal Tooey, tooey, tooey, tooey! spit game! Venom to get it up in 'em, let me "p" pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man! The way I feel Oh girl I know its bout to be Me all over you And damn girl you all over me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a hip hop star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this Hip hop star I'm a rock star
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go, welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you like to come? (girl moaning, lasts throughout intro) Bounce baby. (We're bouncing) Bounce. Bounce. (We're bouncing) 2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing) We bouncing. (We're bouncing) BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby) (We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce. (Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce! Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce. (Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce) (Let's bounce) We bouncing now. All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here, southwest and 92 strong. BREAK!! -clap-" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away You know you've got company comin over So you scrub extra-hard And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too laaaaaaateee oh Dont nobody wanna grow old alone! Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders And scratch their dandruff And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!) And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too late Love-hater Love-hater Hater of love [repeat 2X] Love-hater Love-hater [whispered] Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell A pimp warrior fell One-two! Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthafuckin' booth Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered [Hook:] Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! [4x] [Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you sweat! Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect `em! As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way Let strangers play while you graduate and move on! True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to on the run!! [Hook] [Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile upside down now!) When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli It was silly, `cause my mom and dad's realationship, take a trip you got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!! [Hook] [Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Loca! lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!) I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit! Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams! No members to remember, but I know just who I am I've grown into a man and like my nigga said we executed the game plan `Cause we got that hot sauce!!! [Hook]" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! I don't think y'all heard me! I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day! Every day the 14th! Can y'all dig that? Now when arrows don't penetrate, see Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!) And he shoots straight for your heart And when he won't miss you! That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways But.. [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see love will rule reign supreme) [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! (You got it!) When Cupid knocks at your door You can't ignore me! There's no need to run! So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!) Every day the 14th! I may have it all wrong, see If you know what loves mean, well Well, somebody tell me! 'Cuz they just don't believe in me! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see Cupid will not be defeated!) [Verse 3: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! Now I know your hearts have grown cold And that bothers me Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings but you can't run away Oooh ooh! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy.. (Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?) Bunny! [Talking: Andre 3000] Well keep on runnin', player 'Cause I got my good shoes on And I got 'em tied up tight So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt! [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner Could be an organ donor The way I give up my heart, but Never know because - shit, I never tell her! Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela' I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella' And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but For the record, have you ever rode a horse? Would I like for you to take me to Pluto? I said, "Of course!" But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits For now, give me examples of why you're the shit! But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in? And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend? [Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"] Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day [Continue Chorus until fade] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Boom, Boom, Boom. Heh, Heh. [Big Boi] Ready for action, nip it in the butt. We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’ Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting. Now that’s for anyone askin’ give me one pass em’ Drip drip drop there goes an eargasm Now you cumin out the side of your face We tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!) So flickle the tickle lets see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wrasling Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back. But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass But I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass [Chorus] I like the waaaay you move I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I love the waaaay you move I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaaay you move I love the way, I love the way. [Big Boi] Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!) The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right hardly looking at me, But I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination in this world. So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat You big freak! Skinny, slim women got the cameltoe within them You can fuck them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember Hail out timber when you fall through the chop shop. Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moves like a person in jail. On the loco [Chorus] [Sleepy Brown] Heeeey baby, girl don’t you stop Come on baby dance on the top of me You so fine (you so fine) you so fine You drive me outta my mind (my mind, outta my mind!) Oooh baby! If I could I would, just be with yoooou baaaaby Ooooooh Cause you like me and excite me and you know you gotta leave baby! Oooooo! I like the waaay you move (I like the way you move) I like the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move (I love the way you move) I love the waaay you move (Ooo you so sexy baaby!) (Whoo-o-o) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I like the waaay you move I like the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way. I love the waaay you move I love the waaay you move (Whoo-o-o!) I love the waaay you move I love the way, I love the way |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
What time is it?
7:48? Where Where Where are my where are my panties? Oh my god where are my panties? What? I don't.. He gon' think I'm a hoe Fuck that I liked it I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night That just let me know she know what she want out of life What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up Ooo that shit was good Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast She so god damn sweet Sweet as she wanna be Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold) Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty Yeah.. naw naw naw Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold) But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype We'll tiptoe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I'm in love again [repeat] [Verse 1] Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do sumn' outta the ordinary Like catch a manitee Baby you are the prototype I think I'm.. [Hook] [Verse 2] If we happen to part Lord knows I don't want that But hey, we can't be mad at God We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] The Scene Come here [Hook] [Outro (ad libs)] Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say I wanna say stank you very much For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I can't, I'm not I can't afford to not record I thank I wanna say I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you Smelly much! For picking me up and bringing me back to this world Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs? Really?? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one When I first started |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender 'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9? Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom [singers] Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom [explosion forward and reversed] [scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X] [Big Boi] When will we all, awake up out this dream Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin as if he was the supreme bein Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars Politicians, modern day magicians Physicians of death, more health care for poor health Who makin us ill, they makin us kill That's makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut) For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed and chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn! [singing - "can't be heard clearly"] [scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X] [Big Boi] Operation Anaconda - ask yourself was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama? And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price for his life and his wife plead twice? See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton To dampen the dream of all the Panthers They got they answer for ransom As we read together, as we dream together Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen Now eat nigga!" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH! Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. [Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest) Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest You know We talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit [C-Bone] This rap game lovely Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me Bending corners in the Benz Riding like a bucket, nigga fuck it I know some hoes slutty I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby You don't grind, you be lying She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Lil' Brotha] You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch To all my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor Roto Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now See you when I see you, now out wit me now [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Supa Nate] I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game You can fool the record labels but not the street fame I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Ludacris] Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak a lot Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx Get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland So put your fist up boy, you want to romp You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped Thinking way back before I got mine Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmering Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles [Big Boi] Tomb after tomb Boom, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Big Boi] Fourth and goal Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole Cranium overload, over throwed Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me Player, pimp, ganster, poet We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass "You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed But I know one day we will once more cross paths They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay" OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting Fuck, nigga |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Hook] Brothers on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Sisters at the crib knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Teachers at the school knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Ladies on the block knowing (from this point on it only gets rougher!) Junkies on the corner knowing, but still get high (from this point on it only gets rougher!) [Big Boi] Well here's a formal introduction Something to make you ponder The situation's ugly, like "In Living Color"'s Wanda (word up!) Well everybody play dumb, but there's some that succumb And fall victim, I will overcome any hurdle or obstacle that's in my path Fast cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk you took Trick, you shook your ass for some hundred dollar heels and a designer bag Now that's ass backwards All you got in the refrigertator is bratwurst Your stomach is balled in a knot, you got that phat purse Pocketbook, stop and look, pockets look void Destroyed by the need to indulge and enjoy the finer things in life right? Your dignity, your only sacrifice, slim as your chances of being somebody's wife They seeing ya butt, booty naked every night, ain't nothing right or wrong! [Hook] [Big Boi] Even though things started falling apart Wanda went and bought a Honda Now she's out of a job, she would slob on a knob For a little less than a yard, a massage you could drill her like a sarge She would charge and rob Pick through yo' pockets She got the tricks watcha nd the silver locket That he bought for his wife but Wanda left her license On the night stand fuckin' with this white man She met in a little red Corvette paid for sex Made a deal that she would never forget you can bet Every action has a positive and equal reaction Therefore everything that goes around comes around in that fashion Fast and furiously, the was a knock on the sliding glass door (bitch, it's me!) You thought you was slick the way you hit me for that lick But you slipped now I'm getting in your shit!!!! [Hook] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla! [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young) [Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) [Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me [Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah) [Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah) [Verse One: Big Boi] Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner You never took the time out, examine yourself boi .. are you black, white, asian? Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean We on the same team if we breathin I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein that we drop a little science off in every verse They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out He might just, pull out his pistol and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair A player stiffen the competition Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one Negative one minus negative one is nothin Bustin d-boy raps and player poems The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga) [Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X] Young Hov' in the place to be Big Boi in the place to be (Young) Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch) I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah) [Verse Two: Big Boi] Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea and try to grab one line or sentence Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist And give him a clean bill of health Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit And your team lookin shitty to death [Verse Three: Killer Mike] My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander You can follow or lead like Commander Picard You can have +The Whole World+ Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand this young player's rhyme I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme Focused on every word, and line Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm the epitome of raw rhyme Got signed, got serious about the craft of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's murderous monster move minds Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time) [Chorus] [Interlude] Don't, you, like, to groove In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes To run yo' tennis shoes Don't, it, matter to you That OutKast we got that slump for y'all Keep that funk for y'all [Verse Four: Jay-Z] When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews dudes wanna know what he copped And where you got that, and how could they buy that Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness I'm on a whole 'nother plane A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin Understand what I'm sayin Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that? Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though Anybody get out of line then you trust that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone Back on the shit, back on the strip Another hit I'm not gon' miss [Interlude] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
D.J. Mrs. Boi:
OutKast... Tea's long... Tea's strong... Lastin' long vs. long lastin'... Education, however, the difference between the two... Which do U live in, yo'self?... 2 draw a master plan without a flaw... Somethin' lastin' long leaves a compromising position...,everything that isn't becomes questionable...,unbelieveable,...and becomes weak at some point...done got the strength 2 blow and 2 hit jackin' this joint... Somethin' long lastin'... Big Boi & Dre, the duo whose chemistry gave the potion a rare fate, 2 Atlanta boys that came in2 this industry... For the same ol' boys 2 B OutKast, raps an' OutBlast the peers of the game... Move with the groove an' don't let the smooth groove fool U.... So it is...believe in the dirty SOUTHERNPLAYALLISTICCADDILAC-funky-ATLIENS,...the kind that makes Aquemini... Big Boi & Dre presents OutKast... So get ready 2 bump!...?808-style...2 "The Speakerboxxx" and "The Love Below",...2 albums...w/ the same ol' flow... Now enjoy it. Me? Signin' off...A/K/A...Possum Dre... |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
Nah nah nah That's part of the That's, yeah I got ya good that time, shawty [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Big Boi] Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existance We livin, breathin, soon we'll be teethin Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint Reset [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Khujo] Good does not come without pain Meaning, before it gets better, it's goin get worse Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf That don't belong ot urse I mean us, left in the dust Try to catch up with massah I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against Principalities, powers of this world Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle Yeah, come on, come on Guess what, guess what Time to reset this thang [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Cee-Lo] Listen to me I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright This day will be done right There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight Can't live forever, so have some fun, right Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right You'll get used to singin if only for one night But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless And see I focus to provoke this So open wide for my opinionated opus Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this Before I go, I thought that you all should know this Recognize and realize before any regretting Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting Hmm? [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason" |
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Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Hook:] Crocodile on my feet Fox fur on my back Bowtie `round my neck That's why they call me the gangsta mack In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat] [Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale Fresh in that tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i's... [Hook] [Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard?? To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat! So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack! As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance We look fine, right on time As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play [Sleepy:] Everybody's watching `cause them furs just hit the door While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!! `Cause we well designed and fine as wine Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly [Hook] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Some say Atlanta
Some say New York Some say Paris, France but... Who knows... where this flower... grows |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away You know you've got company comin over So you scrub extra-hard And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too laaaaaaateee oh Dont nobody wanna grow old alone! Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders And scratch their dandruff And everybody need to quit actin hard and shit Before you get your ass whooped (I'll slap the fuck out ya!) And everybody needs somebody to love Before its too late Its too late Love-hater Love-hater Hater of love [repeat 2X] Love-hater Love-hater [whispered] Everybody needs someone to love [repeat 2X] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
God
Come in God God come in God Damn you're a girl well i guess the reason i'm talking to you tonight is cause i've been doing alot of thinking i mean iconsider myself a pretty cool guy and i've never cheated on any of my girlfriends well well except that one lil' time in japan but that was just some head and head dont count right? aww thank's God i knew you would understand well i just feel like i want to be honest wit you God i just need a sweet bitch you know sombody not to fast but not to slow cause i dont have it my damn self and life aint easy you know you want somebody by yourside to help you smooth that thang out you know what sayin and i'm not being picky she dosen't even to have a big ol ass just something well popotioned toher body you know a nice lil tail what? you say you you've found somebody is she cute? so when do iget to meet her? aww God you're the greatest well i guess i'll talk to you later amen oh i'm sorry alady" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! I don't think y'all heard me! I just wanna say Happy Valentine's Day! Every day the 14th! Can y'all dig that? Now when arrows don't penetrate, see Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!) And he shoots straight for your heart And when he won't miss you! That's alright 'cause y'all won't believe in me anyways But.. [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's all this talk about Santa Claus, but see love will rule reign supreme) [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! (You got it!) When Cupid knocks at your door You can't ignore me! There's no need to run! So, Happy Valentine's Day (Hey!) Every day the 14th! I may have it all wrong, see If you know what loves mean, well Well, somebody tell me! 'Cuz they just don't believe in me! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs No thank you, Easter Bunny! (There's so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see Cupid will not be defeated!) [Verse 3: Andre 3000] Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th! Now I know your hearts have grown cold And that bothers me Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings but you can't run away Oooh ooh! [Hook: Joi & "Skreechy Peachy" (Andre 3000)] Ya' won't believe in me, but you would fancy.. (Hey! Don't you supposed to be some kind of player or something?) Bunny! [Talking: Andre 3000] Well keep on runnin', player 'Cause I got my good shoes on And I got 'em tied up tight So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt! [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner Could be an organ donor The way I give up my heart, but Never know because - shit, I never tell her! Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela' I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella' And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but For the record, have you ever rode a horse? Would I like for you to take me to Pluto? I said, "Of course!" But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits For now, give me examples of why you're the shit! But how am I to know with the profession that I'm in? And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend? [Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"] Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day [Continue Chorus until fade] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass Just spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) Don't want to come on too strong, but I'll play in you all day long Just spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) [Verse 1] I... I can't read minds, but I can read yours I think she says that she wants to pour your.. your... yourself all over me What you think? I could be wrong, but peoples don't lie And if they do, bu God, they must fry! (fry?!) You know, like electric chair The way you stare (yeah I'm there) You committed a crime and I'm the victim [Rap] I've got an eye out for she who cries out passionately We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally I'm too young to be settling down quick to change my mind tomorrow So now can I borrow your timid torso More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll Fuck the rhythm, fuck the rhythm under your bosom You're the prism, Shirley Chislom Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby Put in your order, I want a baby daughter Dance on the tip of my tongue Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them Tell your homegirls that you will send them A postcard from 3000... HARD! [Hook 2] Don't want to make you feel strange, but Don't let these words be in vain, so Spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) Nature knows that I want you, but Not unless you want me too, so Spread, spread for me (I can't, I can't wait to get you home) [Hook 1] [Hook 2] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
What time is it? 7:48? Where Where Where are my where are my panties? Oh my god where are my panties? What? I don't.. He gon' think I'm a hoe Fuck that I liked it I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty Mmmm.. but he don't even know my name I know she think I just think she some kind of hoe I don't give a shit about givin it up on the first night That just let me know she know what she want out of life What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up Ooo that shit was good Oo maybe she'll get me some breakfast She so god damn sweet Sweet as she wanna be Oo I just like Oo i wanna lay in her hair Can't fall for her don't fall for her ice cold (ice cold) Maybe I'll just roll over and just lay on her booty Yeah.. naw naw naw Nah I'll just lay here and be cool be cool ice cold (ice cold) But what if she's what if she's what if she's if she's the one |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype We'll tiptoe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I'm in love again [repeat] [Verse 1] Today must be my lucky day Baby, you are the prototype Do sumn' outta the ordinary Like catch a manitee Baby you are the prototype I think I'm.. [Hook] [Verse 2] If we happen to part Lord knows I don't want that But hey, we can't be mad at God We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] The Scene Come here [Hook] [Outro (ad libs)] Girl, right now I wanna say, I wanna say I wanna say stank you very much For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I can't, I'm not I can't afford to not record I thank I wanna say I thank I wanna say stank you, stank you Smelly much! For picking me up and bringing me back to this world Hey, hey John! Are we recording our ad libs? Really?? Were we recording just then? Let me hear that, that first one When I first started |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Intro: Rosario Dawson]
[laughter] What's wrong? What are you afraid of? The Love Below [Verse 1: Andre 3000] She stays alone, never sheds a single tear She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win She comes back to the cooler side of town but she lives in my lap [Chorus: Andre 3000] She lives in my lap [repeat 6X] Forever my fiance She lives in my lap Don't need no chain She lives in my lap I'll get the courage one day [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Make me want you, make me miss you make me wonder where you are, then forget you Girl remind me, just who we are We're oh so close, but yet so far [Interlude] [Rosario Dawson:] Baby why are you acting like this? I don't care about any of them... I care about you! Baby I Love you! [Andre 3000:] You've got me open wide (I love you) Just Come inside (baby) It's yours (it's yours) I'm yours (i'm yours) For sure (for sure) Play baby play... [Chorus + interlude + scratching til fade...]" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
One two three go!
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk ou the dooo.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH! Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. [Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've go it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We've been together Ohh, we've been together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest) Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake,shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture Now while Beyonc?and Lucy Lui And baby dogs, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. Yooooouuu.. know I do Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Caroline Caroline
So Caroline All the guys would say she's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cursed out or coming up short Yeah now dig this now even though You'd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls yeah I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Caroline Caroline Some she's the reason for the word bitch I hope she's speeding on the way to the club Trying to hurry up to get to some Baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her makeup in the mirror And crash crash crash into a ditch Just Playing She needs a golden calculator to divide The time it takes to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls yeah I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Well she's got a hotty body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said Would you call me She said Pardon me are you ballin' I said Darling you sound like a prostitute pursing Oh so you're one them freaks get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep a rent a car for a week a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex my AIDS test is flawless Regardless we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support bra not support you I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See roses really smell like boo boo boo Yeah roses really smell like boo boo boo Better come back down to Mars Girl quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get so low Bitch you ain't that fine No way no way no way Better come back down to Mars Girl quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get so low Bitch you ain't that fine No way no way no way Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch stupid ass bitch Crazy bitch Old punk ass bitch Crazy bitch old dumbass bitch Crazy bitch A bitch's bitch just a bitch Crazy bitch Just a Bitch Crazy bitch stupid ass bitch Crazy bitch Old punk ass bitch Crazy bitch old dumbass bitch Crazy bitch A bitch's bitch just a bitch Crazy bitch Just a bitch |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Ahhh, such sweet sound The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth? [Big Boi] Indeed it is Sir Good day, good sir How do you do? Look fine Fantastically well I am certainly not fine by far But you could say I'm close to spectacular Close to spectacular? How so? Open your eyes Spectacular's right in front of you Whatever you say... your spectacular No I'm fantastically well Come on man make up your mind A minute ago you said you were fine No I said I'm close to spectacular But I'm meeting fine in a minute Close to spectacular? You said you were fantastically well Exaxtly Exactly?? Which one are you? Close to spectacular or Fantastically well? I am certainly and without a doubt Fantastically well and was close to Spectacular but I must say You just pissed spectacular off And don't even mention exactly... But here comes fine right now Oh lord, she is fine [Woman] Gentlemen [Big Boi] Behold [together] A lady |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Sophistophone {?}, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts Pull up your pants, ladies and gents Please, act like you got some sense You know what I really wanna know? Where do all the good girls go What clubs they hang in? [Chorus] Behold a lady I see you standin' on the wall Clap, clap... you deserve it all [Repeat] [Ad libs] Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find The classic lady, a rare breed indeed Is that make and model discontinued? [Verse 1] Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain 3000's always changing but you stay the same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up and inadequate And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get You make me smile, you make me smile You make me smile, you make me... (Hoooooooo!) You're the anchor that holds me down When my ship is sinking You won't let me drown and I'm grateful (Awwaww Awwawwawwawwawwwwawww!) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play You'll always be this lovely 'Cause they raised you that way Hallelujah! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! Thank ya Jesus! Thank ya Lord! You're not extra, you're so plain Jane The yin to my yang, darlin' You've got that thang and you know it But yet you don't and that's what's so cool You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound In the street you hold your head high At home you get low down for me (Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!) Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown (Aaaaaaahh!) (Ad libs) Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums To see what a lady looks like So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight If you spot one, good sir, treat her right This is Benjamin Andre signing off Thanks a million Good luck and goodnight [Chorus 2x] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Pretty pink, baby blue
Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Miss lady You could have been born a little later but I don't care So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs Same here, and actually I think that's funky (In a Claire Huxtable type way) Miss lady It looks to me like you need a little juice in your life So call me when that big ole house gets lonelyfied And I'll teleport from here to there You show me how it's supposed to be done I'll make sure you have young fun Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby Pretty pink, baby blue Why don't (why don't) you teach me something new We're all (we're all) just babies in my view So crawl baby Crawl baby You're sophisticated Just me and miss lady You've got me talkin like a baby You make me talk baby talk She's so sophisticated You make me talk baby talk Just me and miss lady She makes me talk baby talk Got me talkin like a baby Like ga ga and goo goo Oh momma You're so sophisticated Make me talk baby talk Just me and miss lady You're so experienced Got me talkin like a baby Teach me somethin new Teach me somethin new You're sophisticated Just me and miss lady You got me talkin like a baby |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight Make love, not war What the hell are we living for? [repeat] [Verse] Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear No one will ever hear No one will ever These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near Cliche the end is near Cliche the end is Quickly approaching while we carry on No one is promised another day Why can't the story end like fairytales often do Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay [Hook] [Instrumental] [Hook] |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
A boy
To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive [Andre 3000 - Verse One] The year was 1975 That night crickets cried They knew what was going down Three girls travel a long country road And one said she thinks it's time This baby wants to come right now [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive [Woman talking] I was scufflin' going to school I was scufflin' working at night And you know what I truly believe And that's why I tell a lot of parents Single parents, don't tell me what God can't do. I made sure you had I never felt like you should be deprived of anything If a man didn't want to take care of his child You move on And that's what I did I moved on [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To raise At a Young age No help From him But she's alive To be Made strong But all Alone Must be A pain But she's alive A boy To raise At... at a Young age No help From him But she's alive [Woman talking] He always wanted to be a father But he never took care of you He ain't have no money He ain't have nothin' How can you care about somebody And you never give the welfare of them [Andre 3000 - Bridge] A boy To r |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
(verse 1) Your're all i ever wanted,
but i'm terrified of you See my castle may be haunted, but i'm terrified of you i've cast my spell on millions, but i'm terrified of you Baby i do this from the ceiling, but i'm terrified of you (bridge): I wait my whole life to bite the right one then you come along and that freaks me out so i'm frightened... Dracula's Wedding (verse 2) I 've never ran from no one, but i'm terrified of you see my heartbeat is a slow one, but i'm terrified of you i've been around for ages, but i'm terrified of you drag my thing across the stage yet i'm terrified of you(bridge) (Kelis) 3000.. 30000.. Give me the chance to dance romance don't run i'm not the sun so much at stake... oh! Bad choice of words but i'm not the gun with silver bullets And i can count, plus i make great peanut butter And jelly sandwiches....Van Helsing" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa
[repeat 2X] [Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool)" |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Hey yaaa... Ba-doo-baaaa-ba-doo-baaaaa [repeat 2X]
[Norah Jones] Baby, take off your cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you Baby, don't be so cool I wanna see you, I wanna see you [Andre 3000] Baby, take off your cool I want to get to know you (Take off your cool) |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
Every boy and girl, woman and man When you feel you've done about the best you can Muthafuck the wagon, come join the band Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, higher! [Repeat] [Verse 1] Sometimes when it's late at night And you have no one to talk to Here's what you don', you go through that Raggedy cell phone 'bout two or three times Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home The Love Below start talkin' to ya [Hook] [Verse 2] The circumcision has already begun Desensitizing the very thing or thang that brought you into this motherfucker in the first place And when I say "motherfucker" I do mean "motherfucker" Because Mother Earth is dying and we continue to fuck her to death Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own.. And yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarrassed For the future is in your hands, no the future is in your hand Play with your own score sheet [Hook] |
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from Santana 18집 - All That I Am (2005)
Boom Boom Boom
Santana's in the room Boom Boom Boom Mary J's in the room Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride... [Chorus:] I got a man and he's so good to me I give love and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean I said my man's what a man's supposed to be I got a man and he's so good to me I give love and and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean I said my man's what a man's supposed to be [Mary Verse 1:] He opens his arms and holds on to me He tells me he loves me and oh I feel it And all that I am and all that I'll be Is there in his eyes when I hear him sayin' please [Sleepy Pick Up:] Who loves you baby? [Big Boi Verse 1] I do, I do trust you See see this ain't just bout having sex I don't even have to touch you But you lustful I'm buggin' You feel me bulgin' while we huggin' We all over one another (scattered, covered, smothered) You're my choosey lover Never loving others only rubbing me (me) Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically (ly) Every king must crown a queen to make his kingdom mean anything Through thick and slim we gon' win we a team by any means y'all [Chorus 2x] [Mary Verse 2:] The touch of his hand the sound of his voice The way that he loves me 'til he knows I feel it And all through the night forever rejoice The angel above me starts to sweetly sing to me [Sleepy Pick Up:] Who loves you baby? [Big Boi Verse 2:] I do, I do adore you I'm the best man for the job Another man couldn't do nothing for you Cause you're spicy just like me We come together like thunder and lightning With all of that scratching and biting So exciting it's frightening I'm your do-right man and you're my do right not my just for tonight woman Making me feel just like a baker quick to put something in your oven Not no dumplin's or no stuffin' but our own lil' flesh and blood'n A bouncin' lil' baby something pretty girl or handsome son child [Chorus 2x] My man's what a man's supposed to be... I got a man... |
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from Fantasia Barrino - Fantasia (2006)
Yeah Ya gotta understand
what I'm talkin' about I'm talkin' about on this one Sexy Sexy as hell to me Yeah Love Love So let me tell ya bout a player I know 6 foot 4 225 He's all the way live See where I come from We like em like that He don't talk smack He just twist caps off See that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin' And let the girl like me understand it umm And the ones that ain't They still gotta have it They don't know why But they chained to I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Love Love He knows how to treat a lady But he won't let you get too rowdy He stands up for himself That's what I like most about him He's all I see and all I need And all that I want And all that I'm used to I swear that my man's the truth I said I swear that my man's the truth I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah Yeah I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah yeah B a double d Why say bye Been fly Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye That's right stand by Cause we about to take flight Not a 747 But the music and the mic Rophone Phone home If you want someone waitin' baby Go on home Don't wanna jeapordize your safety Maybe later We shake the haters and gets busy You say you wanna do same thing Then get wit me If not then hit me I know you know the history Last nigga ridin' round lookin' real crispy Ridin' round town top down On the grizzy Grind all the time to stay hot Or either sizzlin' I thought I told ya niggas We run stop signs Cause we don't stop Till the cops come knockin' For two block signs Not mine Toine gone right Like sunshine and cold north through summertime Now bow down I need a hood boy Wife beaters and jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B boys Man I love them boys Yeah Yeah shortie wanna rock with you Shortie wanna rock with you Wanna bop with you I wanna ride with you |
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from Shaft (샤프트) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (2000)
(feat. U.G.K.)
(chorus) Everbody on the streets, This a lil thesis coming from me When I throw up baggets, sitting at the bar Or smokin a lil red life in my car I dont know what you came to see, Nigga just out here feeding my kids Throw up the duece and let me slide on by Cuz everybody wants to be a tough guy [Verse One: Big Boi] Crusin down the street, minding my business cuz I'm trill Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill Now I peel, like apples and peaches because I'm chill And niggas around my city respect me because I'm real But still, the things I see from day to day it hurts me When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd g I know it, betta believe I tote something for it But I gotta be smoking?????????????? know it And I'm not the type of person be riding around yo block just flashy Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G Wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G Riding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then But we'll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family by the weekend I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile When we start, aint no stopping us We too smart and too popular Take yo toys and we ?topple em Resort to the dopplar To the agent underground well known as S |
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from The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002)
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's your time at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We do hey you And might do some cake too But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Canary yellow seven house of business on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I ove when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean |
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from Chris Brown - Exclusive (2007)
[Intro:]
Chris brOwn Big boi Yea (Big Boi Rap) Oh she's mine And see god knew she was mine The day i seen that guy The big mouth bass On the line It's time for me to retrieve her And go git her like a wild reciever But we dn't play no ball See when we come through We babygirl gon' make it ball [Verse 1:] ( Chris Brown) On the real we need to nip this in the butt Cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hatin(everybody's hatin) It feels like they just waitin(for us to grow apart) Yeayee its just hard for me to do But baby if i'm your man I guess i gotta be your man These men just gotta understand Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips Girl i can't front now I'm nervous [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you [Verse 2:] (Chris Brown) Now a days is so crazy Out here You'd wanna be cuttin me If your daughter struts with me Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too No entourage, no crew Just me ridin with my boo I got her But don't think i'm replacin you Girl know you know what i do And i know you made your mind up It'll take days and days, and decades to find anOther Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes And girl keep it one with you As long if you do the usual [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you Now baby please Hang up the phOne Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me She told me she like me And i really like her She gon' be my wifey I say baby please Hang up the phone Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me He told me she like me And i really like her She gon be my wifey [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you (Big Boi Rap) Now is the time for me to come clean Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king Nah mean, kno'm sayin, kno wut im talkin about Girl who playin But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land The haters are takin it mad That we can handle these fakers for class Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again My top friend, rock them We don't need no all day hits Pop them Put ol' Google on a boss back [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it I'm like hold up Can i talk to her Hold up Can i take her out Hold up , uh That's why i gotta tell you Baby please And she like me And i really like her Baby please She gon' be my wifey Baby please |
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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 Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(tash)
Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!) Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat *tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby." Smoke, smoke fest time (big boi) Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right (dre) Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high Smoke, smoke fest time (phil the agony) Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again" Smoke, smoke fest time (tash) Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out (b-real) Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean? Smoke, smoke fest time |