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[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Navem nu, cuando sol
Tutu nu, vondo nos nu Vita em, no continous non Nos nu ekta nos sepe ta, amen You can be sure Some will owe to get high you may hurt till you cry You may die... (you may die) Keep on trying (keep on trying) Till it's summer, in the city Till it's summer, in the city |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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from Outkast - 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 - 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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Hey...Uh Huh...Well Alright...How Y'all Doing? Yes Mam You're Mighty Fine [Verse 1] I've been around the world, seen so many pretty girls But I still get over whelmed when I look in your eyes Been from main to Spain but everything seems the same I only feel the change when I look in your eyes I know your upper class; I know you got those abs Every man want to kiss you, and I do too Sometimes I'm just a clown, and everybody puts me down I guess I'll come around when I look in your eyes Tell me whats a man to do, to get close to you I'm just a lonely fool, when I look in your eyes Don't tell me no this time, if you do it will blow my mind Have you ever seen a grown man cry? It's an awful thang {Instruments playin} [Verse 2] I guess its time to say good bye, but I gotta give it one more try I'm only satisfied when I look in your eyes Oh please come home with me, oh don't you wanna marry me I'm even gonna rub your feet when they stank OUTKAST! How can I let you down, I guess I'm always gonna be around I'm simply astounded when I look in your eyes |
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from Outkast - Atliens (1996)
Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison *Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody say O-Yea-yer *Repeat Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender, ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say... *Repeat Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay *Repeat |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Big Boi]
February 1st 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me They want to be me and my family too Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime So fire it up Chorus: Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main You might call us country, but we's only Southern And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end) |
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[Big Boi]
February 1st 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me They want to be me and my family too Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime So fire it up Chorus: Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main You might call us country, but we's only Southern And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end) |
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[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 - 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 - Atliens (1996)
Verse One: Big Boi
In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he Verse Two: Andre I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time I kept on rhymin, not complainin Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop But to each his own, my speech is gon', keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy then I'm happy Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors Like that... |
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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 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 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)
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 Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! |
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from Outkast - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
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 Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! 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!!! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! Might as well have fun `cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! |
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from Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty (2010)
Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me
Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me Cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Rump bump-it, (repeat 14) I know you see that No ones competing Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on What turns me on about ya, I doubt you have a clue, Sassy attitude, and red bottom shoes Got I'm mad at you I do think you're fierce and that you Killing them of course With the features of an angel And the bottom of a horse Thoroughbred, thorough head Makes ya moist like the dark fudge Brownie with the nut of your choice Soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose Down, who's loose now You done let the juice ooze down Do smile, when you do it's on some ooh child Kiss ya in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down And make it truth, ain't it true now Divine neck, the respect it ain't shit for me to prove gal You need some time, press the snooze down I don't mind cause I'm as hard as all the iron in all the tool house Or tool shed, go and play it like When alarm sound off around two is up ahead I know you see that(It ain't going down without cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on Who gives a damn about the past I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch, and haul ass Anyway, it ain't no time for no picnics, This that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick I make her drip all her liquids Then get butt booty naked when I spit on some pimp shit Make her legs shake so she never loses interest Calling out my name when I'm asking, "whose is this? " Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame With the Polaroid camera I have to take two flicks She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this With no steroids or other artificial juices. Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth When I slip into this boo while I slide into this booth I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do We can break boards, and you can kick rocks I know you see that (it ain't going down without cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on Sit yourself down on my big old bed Turn your body round here let me give you some- Don't you want to make a freaky memory with me So later on you can think about it then you'll be like Damn... That turns me on I know you see that (It ain't going down without 'cha) No ones competed Ooh that turns me on Ooh that turns me on From the back Now from the front |
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from Shaft (샤프트) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (2000)
(feat. U.G.K.)
(chorus) Everbody on the streets, This a lil thesis coming from me When I throw up baggets, sitting at the bar Or smokin a lil red life in my car I dont know what you came to see, Nigga just out here feeding my kids Throw up the duece and let me slide on by Cuz everybody wants to be a tough guy [Verse One: Big Boi] Crusin down the street, minding my business cuz I'm trill Stopped at the ATM, grabbed a thousand dollar bill Now I peel, like apples and peaches because I'm chill And niggas around my city respect me because I'm real But still, the things I see from day to day it hurts me When I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd g I know it, betta believe I tote something for it But I gotta be smoking?????????????? know it And I'm not the type of person be riding around yo block just flashy Just came to the store to get some black and milds and a lil bit of 93 gas,G Wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G Riding all on a nigga dick, all you had to do was just dap me, come slap me You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then But we'll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family by the weekend I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile When we start, aint no stopping us We too smart and too popular Take yo toys and we ?topple em Resort to the dopplar To the agent underground well known as S |
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from Outkast - 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 - 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 Janelle Monae - The ArchAndroid (2010)
Big Boi
Monae and Leftfoot Janelle Monae Whoaaa (Yeah, yeah) Another day (Dab-a-dee Nae) I take your pain away (Come on) Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down, they doubt ya And when you tip it on the scene Yeah, they talkin' bout it 'Cause they can't tip on the scene Watcha talk about it T-t-t-talkin' bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene Why they jumpin' round ya? They trying to take all of your dreams But you can't allow it 'Cause baby, whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Baby baby, whether you're high or low (High or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it See I'm not walkin' on it Or tryin' to run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you I'll keep on blaming the machine Yeah, I'm talkin' bout it T-t-t-talkin' bout it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancin' on it We gettin' funky on the scene And you know about it Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it Now baby, whether I'm high or low (High or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Baby baby, whether you're high or low (High or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (High or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Baby, let me see ya tightrope (Tip-tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it Big Boi You gotta keep your balance Or you fall into the gap It's a challenge but I manage 'Cause I'm cautious with the strap Do damage to your cameras damn I thought they cannot pass See why you don't want no friction Like the back of a matchbook Daddy Fat Sax will fold you and your MacBook Closed shows, shut you down Before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low We gonna get back up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ Sorta like a thong in an ass crack Come on Janelle Monae I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers But I'm another flavor Something like a Terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' bout it? Sh-sh-she's talkin' bout it Some callin' me a sinner Some callin' me a winner I'm callin' you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah I'm talkin 'bout ya You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N-N-Now whether I'm high or low (High or low) Whether I'm high or low (High or low) I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Mmmm (Tip-tip on it) Baby baby, whether I'm high or low (High or low) High or low (High or low) I gotta tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) Now baby, tip on the tightrope (Tip-tip on it) (Baa baa ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba) You can get too high (We can get too high) I said you can get too low (We can get too low) 'Cause you get too high (You can get too high) Now you'll surely be low (Now you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, hello Ha Yeah (Huh) Yeah Now shut up! (Oww) Yeah (Ok) Yeah (Ok ok ok) Now put some voodoo on it Ladies and Gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh We call that classy brass (I gotta keep my balance) Ooohhhhhhh Ooohhhhhhh (Now, there's a thin line) OH! (Now, there's a thin line) Do ya'll mind If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady? Do ya'll mind If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady? As I play the ukulele |
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from Janelle Monae - Tightrope (Feat. Big Boi) [single] (2010)
Monae and Leftfoot
Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And when you tippin on the scene Yeah they talkin' bout it Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya Whatcha talk about it T t t talkin' bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin' round ya They trying to take all your dreams But you can't allow it Cause baby whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope T t t tip on the tightrope Baby baby baby Whether you're high or low Baby whether you're high or low You got to tip on the tightrope Now let me see you do the tightrope And I'm still tippin' on it See I'm not walkin' on it Or tryin to run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead yeah I'm talkin' bout you I'll keep on blaming the machine yeah I'm talkin' bout it T t t talkin' bout it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancin on it We gettin funky on the scene Yeah you know about it Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it Then baby whether I'm high or low Baby whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope Yeah tip on the tightrope Baby baby baby Whether you're high or low Baby whether you're high or low Tip on the tightrope Baby let me see you tight rope And I'm still tippin' on it You gotta keep your balance Or you fall into the gap It's a challenge but I manage Cause I'm cautious with the strap No damage to your cameras damn I thought that Can I passy Why you don't want no friction Like the back of a matchbook That I pass as I will forward you And your MacBook Clothes shows will shut you down Before we go go backwards Act up and whether we high or low We gonna get back up Like the dow jones and nasdaq Sorta like a thong in an ass crack Come on I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers But I'm another flavor Something like a terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' bout it S s she's talkin' bout it Some callin me a sinner Some callin me a winner I'm callin you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah I'm talkin bout you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N N Now whether I'm high or low Whether I'm high or low I'm gonna tip on the tightrope Baby baby baby Whether I'm high or low I got to tip on the tightrope Now baby tip on the tightrope You can't get too high I said you can't get too low Cause you get too high No you'll surely be low 1 2 3 Ho Yeah yeah Now shut up yeah Yeah Now put some voodoo on it Ladies and Gentlemen the funky is on section in the tribalist Yeah OH We call that classy brass Do you mind If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady As I play the ukulele If I play my ukulele Just like a little lady |
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from Outkast - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (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 - The Way You Move / Hey Ya! (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)
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 - Idlewild (2005)
All aboard
Or all y'all bored? It's good to have y'all back now Ladies and gents Yall already know what it is God don't make no mistakes God don't make no mistakes [Verse 1] Little do they know when I was brought up into this game Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta 'Cause when I saw her I sweat and made a tear fall Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog Back in '94 that was the motherfucking year homeboy Then that southernplayalistic went platinum Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes Walking around the table in the kitchen we was practicing Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses [Chorus] Now the food time roll Now its time for me to go I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Time to spread my wings And high up in the sky I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high [Verse 2] Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back I got to give you all the facts so you can see what type of cat That you dealing with now on ATLiens we was killing it And then my auntie pass she was like my mother I was feeling it The first person close to me to die I needed healing But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning It's yo birthday even on your worst day Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp I, I be on that kryptonite that means I can't be hurt Gotta leave this place its been cool but I got to go [Chorus] Now the food time roll Now its time for me to go I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Time to spread my wings And high up in the sky I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high [Bridge] Even on the train Should've ask two per men I'll be back again (Know we been though alot I ain't perfect but I swear to you I'm a changed man) Even on the train Should've asked two per men I'll be back again (From the caboose) [Verse 3] Now its time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly dolo too And you can achieve anything that you put your heart into See the second hand will never stop and neither will the clock The nigga big still hit the stage by hisself and still rock When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it like me) Boy stop!! [Bridge] Before you say you can't at all There's no excuse this time don't be afraid to fly You never know what day the doors will close It's time to say goodbye time to pack up and ride Got to leave this place its been cool but I gotta go [Chorus] Now the food time roll Now its time for me to go I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Time to spread my wings And high up in the sky I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high |
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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)
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)
(Andre 3000:)
Ah! A letter from (...). Dear Andre... "I hope this letter finds you in the best of health As for myself I'm doin' well & P.S. with or without you, I can't get enough That's why your my favorite stuff." |
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from Big Boi - Tangerine [single] (2010)
Yeah, yeah*
[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there [Chorus One] [T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya [Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire! [Chorus One] [Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass) |
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from Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty (2010)
Yeah, yeah*
[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there [Chorus One] [T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya [Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire! [Chorus One] [Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass) |
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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 - Aquemini (1998)
{andre benjamin *(talkin)* geogre clinton *(singin)*}
everybodys got opinions on the way your livin but see they cant fill your shoes life is full of half illusions *(illusions)* blue modems and confusion *(confusion)* whatevers left im using to keep myself from losin, ya! you dont know what ive been thro *(oooh)* hell i might go thro you *(ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight)* uh-oh, oh no-oahohh *(that little boy just wanna eat tonight)* hey hey *(he scuffles with her boty and her face)* hey hey and mm-mmmmmmm *(mom im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)* all in all its all in my head {Big Boi} you know its that high guy, from East P.I. spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi how you gon handle me?!~?* you want me to lolligaga and talk that bullshit?! i refuse to play so im gon speak that southern good shit! that harder than yo hood shit, lil shit that make yall niggaz think about the trigger before you pull it, on liquor stores or banks them folks gotmore then enough bullets to put that ass off in the slang, dont clame no gang, we the niggaz, that did "that aint no thing but a chicken wang" but still tho, how you gon play a nigga like a dildo we outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo for real bro! {some lady} "in tonights news, 20th century tecchnology: has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr Scholls or Dr Jeckel and Mr Hyde? are we diggin into new ground... or diggin our own graves? story at 11" {George Clinton} valley girls are horny tonight *(ooooooh)* fuzzy logic, their public virginity *(oooooooh)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* concieved under the influence of toxic wasted doctors computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa and various viruses performing the laser light precision and verbal incision for a lingustic ballistic lobotmy mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy of the medula oblongata accept your mind down your spine and out your behind! fuck you {andre benjamin} synthesizer, microwave me give me a drug so i can make 7 babies pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up? please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck my nose aint right think ill get a new one just take you pick a yellow, red, a black or a blue one virtual reality, virtual BULLSHIT synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit who a bitch? give me my gat so i can smoke this nigga tell his mamma not to cry cuz they can clone him quicker than it took his daddy to make him niggaz bitin verbatim thought provokin records radio never played dem instant, quick crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize but if you synthesize ill understand your synthesizer man {George Clinton} ghetto boy horny tonight SCSI with a booty in the cage problem sinkin down and stretchin out so sleepy, playin safe in cyberspace *(synthesizer)* cybersexy wendy *(synthesizer)* web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time get a lapdance on your laptop while your laptops in your lap digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time cybersexy wendy web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time fuzzy logic, its groovy....... |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
{andre benjamin *(talkin)* geogre clinton *(singin)*}
everybodys got opinions on the way your livin but see they cant fill your shoes life is full of half illusions *(illusions)* blue modems and confusion *(confusion)* whatevers left im using to keep myself from losin, ya! you dont know what ive been thro *(oooh)* hell i might go thro you *(ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight)* uh-oh, oh no-oahohh *(that little boy just wanna eat tonight)* hey hey *(he scuffles with her boty and her face)* hey hey and mm-mmmmmmm *(mom im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)* all in all its all in my head {Big Boi} you know its that high guy, from East P.I. spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me boi how you gon handle me?!~?* you want me to lolligaga and talk that bullshit?! i refuse to play so im gon speak that southern good shit! that harder than yo hood shit, lil shit that make yall niggaz think about the trigger before you pull it, on liquor stores or banks them folks gotmore then enough bullets to put that ass off in the slang, dont clame no gang, we the niggaz, that did "that aint no thing but a chicken wang" but still tho, how you gon play a nigga like a dildo we outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo for real bro! {some lady} "in tonights news, 20th century tecchnology: has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr Scholls or Dr Jeckel and Mr Hyde? are we diggin into new ground... or diggin our own graves? story at 11" {George Clinton} valley girls are horny tonight *(ooooooh)* fuzzy logic, their public virginity *(oooooooh)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)* concieved under the influence of toxic wasted doctors computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa and various viruses performing the laser light precision and verbal incision for a lingustic ballistic lobotmy mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy of the medula oblongata accept your mind down your spine and out your behind! fuck you {andre benjamin} synthesizer, microwave me give me a drug so i can make 7 babies pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up? please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck my nose aint right think ill get a new one just take you pick a yellow, red, a black or a blue one virtual reality, virtual BULLSHIT synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit who a bitch? give me my gat so i can smoke this nigga tell his mamma not to cry cuz they can clone him quicker than it took his daddy to make him niggaz bitin verbatim thought provokin records radio never played dem instant, quick crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize but if you synthesize ill understand your synthesizer man {George Clinton} ghetto boy horny tonight SCSI with a booty in the cage problem sinkin down and stretchin out so sleepy, playin safe in cyberspace *(synthesizer)* cybersexy wendy *(synthesizer)* web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time get a lapdance on your laptop while your laptops in your lap digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time cybersexy wendy web walkin in the nude digital good time, digital good time digital good time, digital good time fuzzy logic, its groovy....... |
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from Big Boi - Sumthin`s Gotta Give [single] (2008)
It's funny right? They say things done change
No more messages in the music, record sales down, gas prices up No more love in your love, no more love for your love Change is long overdue, Mary, something's gotta give, Big Boi You can trot around the planet or watch it on the news Sombody's getting shot, the weather man's looking confused He's reporting to a nation full of zombies strung out on starbucks And stitched up and bitching Abercrombie Uh, don't get it mixed up me too I have insomnia at times but don't be walkin' 'round here blind Nigga feelin' all around, trying to find a righteous path It's appealin' when I rhyme So everytime I hit the masses, you know the common folk Blue collared day to day workers That squeeze a dollar so they baby can swallow A little not a lota just enough to fill that bottle But it's a million dollars a gallon for some gas to get to work Tomorrow that's if you gotta get it, you can't swim in carpool You Rob Peter to pay Paul to make due Make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too And pass it to the teller but you know better They trying to tell us to stay strong But every day we losing jobs From College Park out to Beverly Hills Somethin's gonna have to give Across the world they live in fear But it's the same thing over here If you can hear me on Capitol Hill Somethin's gonna have to give The great debators debate about who's the greatest MC Subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty No food for thought nothing for the brain to digest So I guess it'd be about who can bullshit the best But I give them light on like the traffic I direct Inspiring their life like they was actors on my set As if I was a pilot, take'em higher then a jet I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess They trying to tell us to stay strong Nut every day we losing jobs (Everyday, everyday) From College Park out to Beverly Hills Somethin's gonna have to give (Give it up y'all) Across the world they live in fear But it's the same thing over here (Over here, yeah) If you can hear me on Capitol Hill Somethin's gonna have to give (Oh, yeah) Single mother in a struggle and it's no fun But you don't really understand until you are one A child is sick and is losing he's endurance She want to fix him but she 'aint got no insurance Now we don't even want to talk about the man's life Out on parol with the promise that he'll do right But a felon has no chance for a new start So it's back to doing hand in hand on his own block And blacks and whites we're all the same and I know you feel my pain And the only hope I have to help me deal with the drama Is that maybe in November I'll be cheering for Obama They trying to tell us to stay strong (Yeah) But everyday we losing jobs (Every day) From College Park out to Beverly Hills (Ooh) Somethin's gonna have to give (Give it up, give it up) Across the world they live in fear But it's the same thing over here (Over here) If you can hear me on Capitol Hill (Listen to me now) Something's gonna have to give (Give it up y'all) The world is too big Free your mind or be stuck like porcupine left behind That's the bottom line gotta find the grind 'Cause the time won't be coming back around, get it now nigga The world is too big Step on the stars while you're reaching for the sun But never burn a bridge, each one, teach one If you lend a helping hand, you may never be one The world is too big And I heard him say that every man, woman And child was gonna be okay I heard him say that they would bring Our soldiers home in one piece today The world is too big but it's not that way They've been selling us a dream telling us We on the same team Now we all gotta deal with the lies They trying to tell us to stay strong (Yeah) But everyday we losing jobs (Every day) From College Park out to Beverly Hills Somethin's gonna have to give (Have to give) Across the world they live in fear (Oh yeah) But it's the same thing over here (Over here) If you can hear me on Capitol Hill (I know you hear me) Somethin's gonna have to give (Yeah) |
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from Outkast - Stankonia (2000)
What does love look like? Love looks like you What does love love feel like? Love feels like this What does love smell like? Love smells like us You make me understand What it means to be in l-o-v-e once again Why, must
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from Outkast - 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)
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 - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
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 - Aquemini (1998)
damn, damn, damn James
dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first lil' taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once but I was so engulfed in the E I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with set it off in the right but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight but in actuality it's only about 3 am and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up) two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham) and one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cold? it's just my interpretation of the situation damn, damn, damn James Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I can remember that damn thang like yesterday the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a nigga felt like i chiefed a whole O of that presidential my heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations (that is) can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped go and marinate on that for a minute |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
damn, damn, damn James
dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first lil' taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once but I was so engulfed in the E I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with set it off in the right but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight but in actuality it's only about 3 am and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up) two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham) and one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cold? it's just my interpretation of the situation damn, damn, damn James Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I can remember that damn thang like yesterday the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know, smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a nigga felt like i chiefed a whole O of that presidential my heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig) one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations (that is) can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped go and marinate on that for a minute |
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from Tomb Raider (툼 레이더) [ost] (2001)
Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin With no time to waste The trouble tends to weeble wobble over the base, we speedballin Nose wanna blow out steam So make some fuckin noise if you know what I mean, we speedballin HA But if you don't you won't You'll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we speedballin Uhh, uhh, yeah sucka we're speedballin ballin ballin ballin Yeah, uhh, we speedballin ballin ballin Uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin Uhh, uhh uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh Mama think I'm on that blow Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin, huh If I could just come down But when I do come down I don't like how it sound, we speedballin, HOO The pitcher all on the mound Thowin fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin, HA Some niggaz serve to live Some niggaz live to serve not a fuck who they give, we speeballin, HA HA, yeah, woo we speedballin ballin Yeah, can y'all feel that? Uhh we speedballin ballin ballin HA, c'mon! Yeah we speedballin what? Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah My God, my heart, my start, my saviour, my soul My end, my friend, my sin now when can I go? If you can hear me now then make me move Stank-ya, I like it like that, I'm in yo' groove Yeah! Yeah! Entire world, UHH! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! De-caaaaaaaaa-turrrrr, WOO we speedballin Uhh, yeah, yeah, A.T.Lllllllllllllllll! Uhh, yeah, New York we speedballin ballin ballin WOO, yeah, uh uhh we speedballin L.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woo, woo we speedballin Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh uh u |
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011)
night
투쎄ㅋ Closer 프리키 한 개의 달 한 개의 마음 순이네 담벼.. Rocketeer (Feat. Ryan Tedder) Far East M.. 곡 71 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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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 - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch Please ain't nothin but inscence in my atmosphere I'm bendin corners in my lac boi cause that's how we be rollin here Deep the slang is in effect because its Georgia Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow flow Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles got to go See Juice and gin used to be my friend, from the begin And now i'm just a player sippin sauce, every now and then To catch a buzz like a bumble bee Niggaz who tried to fuck with me Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't nothin see (Andre) My heat is in the trunk along with that quad knock No my heart don't pump no koolaid ... and you'll get you spray Hooray yo block the one and only Outkast Many a nigga fallin fast and How you think you last-in Quickly, they ain't gone get me Got somethin fo'em The devil up in yo grill and you still don't even know'em Show'em, who's the ok Like collard greens and whole eggs I got soul, thats somethin that you ain't got That's why yo style is ro-ten, Stop in the land of ATL Where nothin but pimps, fully equiped Quick to make a sale, swell Rolling got my pocket fitness boomin light Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they know that its that... (Chorus) Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac funky music Now Players if you choose it You better make sure you don't abuse it We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh (Andre) Time to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes Then I yell ho We knockin em off they feet like a southern hustler supposed To do , I's in the house, house like A joint is lit fo my kin folks And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke Takin'em deeper than a submarine So scream when you hear the team of two My groove be thick as two fat hoes sittin off in a room I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin wrong Word is bond like super glue Its funky like poopa scoop And every word I say you can true. (Big Boi) Well okey dokey kastout I swear to God I got the highest boomin cadillac The expialalistic coupe de ville Can you handle that you rat I take my time cruisin round the city malls And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain call The one two to the guage p-u-m-p. You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me See i get friendly gettin in where i fit Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic shit So copy my slang and bite my shit But don't try heckelin me Cause sleepin you'll get served with some southern hospitality (Chorus) (Big Boi) Well southernplayalisticadillac music has been layed I may wait for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes So back up off get up on it if you want it cha'll Looking for hoes and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup So now I step, rather walk with the pimp Lit by, my niggaz are at east point With that college park hemp smoke style Is how I wanna end it on this track so I pass it to my partner And step back up in my cadillac (Andre) Step into my shoes, you crews sittin on truths And those for the hoes only when we rollin through Atlanta skies be blue The sun is beamin it seemin That i glisten, rather gleaming 20/20 got me leaning to the side Feel the pride, now ain't that somethin I'm dippin into your hood This ain't braile, but i'm bumpin Thumpin out the roaches Dungeon if ya'll missed it Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA, Outkast ... |
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from Outkast - 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 The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002)
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's your time at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We do hey you And might do some cake too But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Canary yellow seven house of business on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind ...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean I ove when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dresses so fresh so clean Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean |
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from Outkast - 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 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? 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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
{backbone}
from front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight picture the scene, these feinds w/fire 10 $ dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that im with whateva like wheatstraw stuck servin my cocaine raw stop 62 off the brick, jump back 20 over now thats more money to get slick, we fin to LICK on this corner without gettin caught but time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow sangin *(fuck him)* that why he ride thro the hole w/the do swingin but i make moves -- shake them tricks up they shoestrings be more precise when we do things cuz life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice like 5--deuce, fo -trey, okay im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {big boi} sheyit cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them $s and cents they get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent anything gion you aint knowin how much money YOU spent but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents who hang around you cuz you be buyin all the weed and ALL the chicken feedin everybody, smokin em out when you was broke tho they was missin now you ridin bout fo deep startin to tear up YOU suspension and your baby mamma on child support my fault, forgot to mention you dont even have a checkin account wasnt thinkin about no pension i used to work at Steak -n- Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen had determination and graduated now i got the whole rap world fascinated i wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it continue to sell dope, its payin the bills so you gon do it but legislation got this new policy 3 strikes and youre ruined.......now where your crew at? yea....... im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {cool breeze} ay me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs we better watch what we doin and look out for Joe Nab and quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot niggaz talkin cuz they makin some flow but still aint did nuttin that int been done befo you cant be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot and improvise and work with that little you got so i think when i finish sellin my last sack imma take some of this money, go and give some back cuz people wont forget about the time you gave, know what im sayin? and start thinkin bout a path to pave im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
{backbone}
from front to back street, listen, we on a mission to get right, workin street corner in the midnight picture the scene, these feinds w/fire 10 $ dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that im with whateva like wheatstraw stuck servin my cocaine raw stop 62 off the brick, jump back 20 over now thats more money to get slick, we fin to LICK on this corner without gettin caught but time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow sangin *(fuck him)* that why he ride thro the hole w/the do swingin but i make moves -- shake them tricks up they shoestrings be more precise when we do things cuz life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice like 5--deuce, fo -trey, okay im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {big boi} sheyit cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them $s and cents they get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent anything gion you aint knowin how much money YOU spent but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents who hang around you cuz you be buyin all the weed and ALL the chicken feedin everybody, smokin em out when you was broke tho they was missin now you ridin bout fo deep startin to tear up YOU suspension and your baby mamma on child support my fault, forgot to mention you dont even have a checkin account wasnt thinkin about no pension i used to work at Steak -n- Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen had determination and graduated now i got the whole rap world fascinated i wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it continue to sell dope, its payin the bills so you gon do it but legislation got this new policy 3 strikes and youre ruined.......now where your crew at? yea....... im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops {cool breeze} ay me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs we better watch what we doin and look out for Joe Nab and quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot niggaz talkin cuz they makin some flow but still aint did nuttin that int been done befo you cant be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot and improvise and work with that little you got so i think when i finish sellin my last sack imma take some of this money, go and give some back cuz people wont forget about the time you gave, know what im sayin? and start thinkin bout a path to pave im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops im strickly dressin dirty dirty gone represent it to the t-top born and bred up on the street top get to the money and the sweet spot and forever hollerin "hootie hoo" when we see cops |
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from Outkast - 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 - Aquemini (1998)
[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools 'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos But skew it on the bar-be We ain't trying to lose Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge He large and got a 'Llac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spellman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far [Chorus: x2] Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up yo Price that longevity, suggest make moves Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows Leave em baggy and collect spot grows Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? [Chorus: x2] Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that don't bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin' Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right! College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! [Chorus: x2] |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools 'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos But skew it on the bar-be We ain't trying to lose Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge He large and got a 'Llac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spellman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far [Chorus: x2] Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up yo Price that longevity, suggest make moves Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows Leave em baggy and collect spot grows Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? [Chorus: x2] Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that don't bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin' Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right! College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! [Chorus: x2] |
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from Big Boi - Shutterbugg [single] (2010)
Uh I keep it playa while some
choose to play it safe Boy check the resume it's risky business in the A And I've been a witness to this history Ever since the the 10th grade We went from rockin brades to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow the southern pride been known to shut it down But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile I'm sergeant slaughter I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas if you follow wink wink no doubt we don't speak in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Boy it's after 12 club's like A Hive Bee A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me Could it be the way the verse is sounding Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz Toys I had a brougham called it pretty brown thing Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining Known to keep a bad bitch No niggas beside me Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu Tang Self preservation is the rule when you do aim Or get in something more sinister You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life Back to reality Gone get on some hoes leave it alone Triple OG status A town's very own Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack Bendin' round corners in the 'lac Cut a rug playa now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg And this goes out to all my ladies in the front What you want You make me wanna breed Girl freeze Cut a rug lady now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold froze |
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from Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty (2010)
Uh I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy check the resume it's risky business in the A And I've been a witness to this history Ever since the the 10th grade We went from rockin brades to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow the southern pride been known to shut it down But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile I'm sergeant slaughter I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas if you follow wink wink no doubt we don't speak in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Boy it's after 12 club's like A Hive Bee A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me Could it be the way the verse is sounding Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz Toys I had a brougham called it pretty brown thing Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining Known to keep a bad bitch No niggas beside me Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu Tang Self preservation is the rule when you do aim Or get in something more sinister You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life Back to reality Gone get on some hoes leave it alone Triple OG status A town's very own Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac Cut a rug playa now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg And this goes out to all my ladies in the front What you want You make me wanna breed Girl freeze Cut a rug lady now cut a rug And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup Boy stop i'm just playing Let me dap you up Baby baby you're in my system baby baby tell me your listening Tell me you're listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes You're in my system Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold froze Tell me you're listening You're in my system |
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from Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty (2010)
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Gucci: hah hah hah) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit, Inking hit up after hit This penmanship is so legit I came equipped like a prophylactic Now they riding dicks, like Stylin' on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawers, Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein, Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane Boy, you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang, got my last name, ya know't I mayne? I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Chill a little, sit a minute. I can't close my safe no more, Cause I got too much money in it. Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell I don't smell coming out the lam', fuck it what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! When I stop, everybody watch the car don't have a top In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at? [hook] Can't be tripping 'bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe, The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty, With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk in the stash house with the pump, Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to savannah can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try. But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed But with disaster comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow. |
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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)
[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 Big Boi - Royal Flush (2008)
(Feat. Andre 3000 & Raekwon)
I am The wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam With the A K cuatro siete or a microphone in hand God dam Generation uno? dungeon? found The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass I laugh When you think that you have seen the last But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast As gas Or slow it down to a screeching halt Impeach the president cus he don't think before he talk Iraq God dam Now he gunning for Iran North Korea got that shit that make L.A. look like Japan Island Nah man More like the Caribbean Styles will change They say change is dang-erous As a king standing on the terrace While his Cowards Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow And if one come then this the motto Now I put message in bottle You go to the nearest beach and open your car door And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land Yeah it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand Hey I'm talking young man As if chalk in my hand I will take yo' little ass to school It's cool When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks The bees call me honey, Hollywood calls me back Crack and I have a lot in common We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin' Now that's a nega-tive comparison Embarassin' Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate The street considers you lame I thought the name of the game Was to have a better life I guess it ain't what a shame I don't slang, never slung But I'm one with the slum That has a name well fitting No wonder why they called it the trap So watch your tail And I'm not kidding The rats and mice would give advice They say that you can paint and draw Get out of here Go show them that we're more than slangin' raw That's when I broke into my big Rube impression And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson That the morals that you think you got go out the window When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis And yo' child is down on her knees Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese Do you b) Hit the street hard with a flare Or do you a) Go for school for heating and air Dare making under seven But make a crooked killing Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million Brilliant You got one foot in and one foot out You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around That's what it's all about 3000 out |
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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)
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 Real Funk, Real Groove (2005)
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 - Aquemini (1998)
(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Verse 1:(Big Boi) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... (Hook) (Harmonica Solo) (Hook til fade) |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Verse 1:(Big Boi) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... (Hook) (Harmonica Solo) (Hook til fade) |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas that's on that blow that run up in yo' crib which contains your lady and an 8 month old child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but they do not want to hear it because they'd rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin' and shit get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas that think you soft and say y'all be gospel rappin' but they be steady clappin' when you talk about bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who got them kids who got enough to buy an ounce but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo or to the park so they grow up in the dark never seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay? When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up? Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you you get down! [Big Boi] Man a nigga don't want no trouble a playa just want to kick back with my gators off and watch my lli'l girl blow bubbles But still ready to rhyme standin' my ground never back down Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine But good luck couldn't be bought see many a fights had to be fought G for a nigga to ride these Vogues oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats the first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack don't want that but it comes though most of the time you don't know Stickin' together like flour and water to make that slow dough we worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for each other like we brothers from another mother Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the nut huggin' punk motherfuckers |
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from Outkast - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
[Big Boi]
Nah nah nah That's part of the That's, yeah I got ya good that time, shawty [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Big Boi] Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide From T 'n A to DNA, feelings turn to children The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existance We livin, breathin, soon we'll be teethin Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit Little Ricky's home, he gotta serve probation for six months But Uncle Donnel and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint Reset [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Khujo] Good does not come without pain Meaning, before it gets better, it's goin get worse Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf That don't belong ot urse I mean us, left in the dust Try to catch up with massah I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn't flesh and blood that we wrestle against Principalities, powers of this world Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle Yeah, come on, come on Guess what, guess what Time to reset this thang [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason [Cee-Lo] Listen to me I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright This day will be done right There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight Can't live forever, so have some fun, right Life's a bowl of candy, you can have one, right You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right You'll get used to singin if only for one night But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right And I couldn't have wrote this if I was hopeless And see I focus to provoke this So open wide for my opinionated opus Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this Before I go, I thought that you all should know this Recognize and realize before any regretting Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting Hmm? [Debra Killings] Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good doesn't come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason" |
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from Outkast - 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 - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below (2003)
I hope that you are the one
If not you are the prototype We'll tip toe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I am in love again (2x) (Today)today must be my lucky day Baby (You are the prototype) Do sumn' outta the ordinary like catch a matinee Baby (You are the prototype) I think I'm.............. [Hook] (If we happen to part ) Lord knows I dont want that But hey (We cant be mad at god) We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] Let's go , let's go to the movies And...action! come here ,Now come here, U-uh ,I said come here,come here [Hook on background] Girl right now I wanna say I wanna say I wanna say stank you (stank you) smelly much (smelly much) For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I cant or not I can't afford not to 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 adlibs Really what we were recording just there Let me hear that That first 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 - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
I hope that you are the one
If not you are the prototype We'll tip toe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I am in love again (2x) (Today)today must be my lucky day Baby (You are the prototype) Do sumn' outta the ordinary like catch a matinee Baby (You are the prototype) I think I'm.............. [Hook] (If we happen to part ) Lord knows I dont want that But hey (We cant be mad at god) We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] Let's go , let's go to the movies And...action! come here ,Now come here, U-uh ,I said come here,come here [Hook on background] Girl right now I wanna say I wanna say I wanna say stank you (stank you) smelly much (smelly much) For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I cant or not I can't afford not to 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 adlibs Really what we were recording just there Let me hear that That first one ... |
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from Outkast - Prototype / Ghetto Musick (2004)
I hope that you are the one
If not you are the prototype We'll tip toe to the sun And do thangs I know you like [Hook] I think I am in love again (2x) (Today)today must be my lucky day Baby (You are the prototype) Do sumn' outta the ordinary like catch a matinee Baby (You are the prototype) I think I'm.............. [Hook] (If we happen to part ) Lord knows I dont want that But hey (We cant be mad at god) We met today for a reason I think I'm on the right track now [Hook] Let's go , let's go to the movies And...action! come here ,Now come here, U-uh ,I said come here,come here [Hook on background] Girl right now I wanna say I wanna say I wanna say stank you (stank you) smelly much (smelly much) For picking me up And bringing me back to this world I cant or not I can't afford not to 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 adlibs Really what we were recording just there Let me hear that That first one ... |
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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 Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from Outkast - Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1999)
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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from 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 Outkast - Idlewild (2005)
Ain't nobody like
my style yeah I like my fire yeah They glow without it And don't nobody wanna feel like that no Monkeys on my back crawl And watch them all fall Go fall Look out Nobody wanted to dance when I had a lot of time on my hands Now I got a lot of hands on my time And everybody wanna be a friend of mine whoa whoa I wouldn't mind a friend the fellas back at home all trying to win Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle Selling what ya got can't afford A model Yellin go PJ go Ain't nothing idle everything is wild yea You can be hit now yeah Soon as you turn around He in the ground yeah Boy is 6 feet underground And ain't no bible at this here church no You won't find God no Might meet him first aw Oh God Look out Nobody wanted to leave house so packed that we couldn't even breathe And ain't no better place to fall in love Angel sent from heaven above Swing down and help change your life you might make a baby might meet your wife But watch your thing that you wanna say deep down south that's a lil' old place Them Idlewild cats man they don't play Don't make me send the telegram to Rooster he'll shoot ya And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon And you don't want to take waiting in the upper room Yell ya make ya say ya prayers you some players but you made up mashed potatoes That potatoe blast you hater blast the gator So you might just wanna kick back and drink goose Take that to ya home and relax break loose But if she choose she gon walk away from you straight to the Rooster Because he's cock a doodle dool what they do fool Moon shine run the small town clap shootin all time gotta match your suit and hat All casper suing kind robbers out the wild Time to break it on break it on down now Percy'll that it on out Say whoa nelly whoa nelly Say whoa pappy whoa pappy Say whoa mammy whoa mammy Say whoa pappy whoa Everybody get up No no no no get down Everybody get up No no no no get down Everybody get up No no no no get down Everybody get up No no no no get down Everybody get up No no no no get down Everybody get up No no no no get down |
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