Outkast - Big Boi & Dre Present... [compilation] (2001)

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RELEASE DATE:	2001-12-04
DURATION:	73:10
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	컴필레이션, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 서던 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	138

TRACKS

Disc 1

Intro

Various Artists

1:08

Funkin' Around

Outkast

4:34

Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here,
well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name of Andre3000 alright?
And we come from a little place
called like Stankonia, Georgia right?
You know right now everybody
wants to be from space
And folks like to be from the country
and everything like that
You know, like really like the South is like cool
to be from the South right about now
Girls listen up
Torn between Saturday night
and early Sunday mornin'
I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tween
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead
The average nigga on my corner
yellin' what the fuck you mean-mean
See we ain't even sing the mouth
to chop counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood
Hand me down some canned-goods,
won't cut the Grei-pupon
We got the layer-on, back to the drawing board
can't afford to lose journey beyond
One, slash one slash ninety-one,
my teacher six foot incher man said sit down son
And let me tell you like I heard it
when I don't desert it, It wadn't no other way
to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad,
songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class with poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama I'm about to react
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
People have ya party,
but please don't be late
It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
bounce rock roller-skate
Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste
It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
bounce rock roller-skate
At the party, fool around, ah baby
People have ya party, don't be late
It's to bounce rock roller-skate,
bounce rock roller-skate
While Scotty is beaming LaPookie is skeeming
Wait to you still live in my name-go,
while you snoozing I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM,
you mouth to the same thing everyday like Perdium
Never try to be nothing but that what you're being,
one nation under the cool should be the rule
Young man or young lady begins
or starts grade school, Silence before violence
nine times out of ten times
the quietest is the loudest
Bumplin' through your privates,
Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, Naw
Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh!
your Southern ball Got me scrawled out,
in ya black book my name was crossed out
Went from starting the second string now
in the dog house
Remenicing, the party was missing,
instead of arguements
you think about the hugs and kisses
If this is, something, hard for you to take
you better bounce, rock, roller-skate
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah

Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, 
well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name of Andre3000 alright?
And we come from a little place 
called like Stankonia, Georgia right?
You know right now everybody 
wants to be from space
And folks like to be from the country 
and everything like that
You know, like really like the South is like cool 
to be from the South right about now
Girls listen up
Torn between Saturday night 
and early Sunday mornin'
I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tween
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is dead
The average nigga on my corner 
yellin' what the fuck you mean-mean
See we ain't even sing the mouth 
to chop counter-clock wise goes the neighborhood
Hand me down some canned-goods, 
won't cut the Grei-pupon
We got the layer-on, back to the drawing board 
can't afford to lose journey beyond
One, slash one slash ninety-one, 
my teacher six foot incher man said sit down son
And let me tell you like I heard it 
when I don't desert it, It wadn't no other way 
to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, 
songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class with poke-a-dots, I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama I'm about to react
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
People have ya party, 
but please don't be late
It's to bounce rock roller-skate, 
bounce rock roller-skate
Hey sexy mama, there's no time to waste
It's to bounce rock roller-skate, 
bounce rock roller-skate
At the party, fool around, ah baby
People have ya party, don't be late
It's to bounce rock roller-skate, 
bounce rock roller-skate
While Scotty is beaming LaPookie is skeeming
Wait to you still live in my name-go, 
while you snoozing I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM, 
you mouth to the same thing everyday like Perdium
Never try to be nothing but that what you're being, 
one nation under the cool should be the rule
Young man or young lady begins 
or starts grade school, Silence before violence
nine times out of ten times 
the quietest is the loudest
Bumplin' through your privates, 
Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, Naw
Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! 
your Southern ball Got me scrawled out, 
in ya black book my name was crossed out
Went from starting the second string now 
in the dog house 
Remenicing, the party was missing, 
instead of arguements 
you think about the hugs and kisses
If this is, something, hard for you to take
you better bounce, rock, roller-skate
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah
No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah
No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah-ah
Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Ain't No Thang

Outkast

5:40

A nigga ready from the get go(blowe blowe blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go it's Andre.
Can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what I say best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do,
but naw(naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't
gon work when they be robbin
As long as Big Boi's still livin,
never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon
with them playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives
cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm at the end of my street,
so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner,
bring your big enough nuts(retreat)
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
Cuz I'mma po' kid
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me
When I be doin fine until these niggaz
want to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat,
in case these yougstas wanna have some fun
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps
with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
And after again, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
You fuckin slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
I'mma kick you in your ass
and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin...
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

A nigga ready from the get go(blowe blowe blowe) 
Y'all hear my shit go it's Andre. 
Can yo punk ass come out to play? 
Stay in your little hole then coward duck your head 
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead 
Is what I say best run the other way 
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now 
My kitchen full of heat if you can't take the temp 
Make yourself exempt 
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck 
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die 
By gettin blasted, how drastic 
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do 
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, 
but naw(naw, naw) 
I take that back, that's my problem 
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't 
gon work when they be robbin 
As long as Big Boi's still livin, 
never standin by my lonesome 
Step up nigga, if you want some 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits 
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon 
with them playeristic hits 
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the 
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch 
I used to sell dope, but in 1994 
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik 
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin 
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens 
She had me makin better grades to make a better life 
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright 
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit 
I carried guns and butcher knives 
cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah 
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now 
I'm at the end of my street, 
so it's time to take my stand now 
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets 
So if you ain't got the burner, 
bring your big enough nuts(retreat) 
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal 
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 
Cuz I'mma po' kid 
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me 
When I be doin fine until these niggaz 
want to clear me off my street 
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto 
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go 
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you 
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew 
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep 
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy 
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me 
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me 
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber 
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger 
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day 
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way 
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch 
Just let you know, yeah 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)  
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin 
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac 
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun 
And got my pump under my seat, 
in case these yougstas wanna have some fun 
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps 
with this a heat and load it clip up after clip 
And after again, if I feel it 
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters 
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers 
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin 
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 
1-2-3, you need to think about the future 
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead 
From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave 
You fuckin slave, you better try another way 
To take me out, is truly something difficult 
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke 
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip 
I'mma kick you in your ass 
and your nigga gettin pistol whipped 
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang 
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane 
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) 
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) 
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin... 
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz 
Around the East Point way 
College Park is really on the map 
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped 
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks 
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

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So Fresh, So Clean

Various Artists

4:03

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

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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Rosa Parks

Various Artists

3:57

Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Many a day has passed,
the night has gone by
But still I find the time to
put that bump off your eye
Total chaos, for these playas,
thought we was absent
We taking another route
to represent the Dungeon family
Like Great Day,
me and and my nigga
decide to take the back way
We stabbin every city
when we headed to that bat cave
A-T-I, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you soundin silly,
thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doin doughnuts round you suckas
like them circles around titties DAMN we
committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you
in the mouth with the chorus now
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
I met a gypsy
and she hipped me to some life game
To simulate then activate
the left and right brain
Said baby boy you're 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 last adventure
Andre, got to her station heres my destination
She got off the bus,
the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause
my favorite group aint commin wit it
But im witcha you cause you problay
goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doupt,
went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin,
but examine all the flawsky-wasky
Awfully sad and its costly but thats all shit
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shits creek its week is the last quote
That I want to hear when Im goin down
when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record playa get skippin
and slowin down
All yawl can say is thwm niggas
earned that crown, but until then..
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk

Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
(uhh huh uh huh baba yea yea)

Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Many a day has passed, 
the night has gone by
But still I find the time to
 put that bump off your eye
Total chaos, for these playas,
 thought we was absent
We taking another route 
to represent the Dungeon family
Like Great Day,
 me and and my nigga 
decide to take the back way
We stabbin every city 
when we headed to that bat cave
A-T-I, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you soundin silly, 
thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doin doughnuts round you suckas
 like them circles around titties DAMN we
committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you
 in the mouth with the chorus now
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
I met a gypsy 
and she hipped me to some life game
To simulate then activate 
the left and right brain
Said baby boy you're 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 last adventure
Andre, got to her station heres my destination
She got off the bus, 
the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause 
my favorite group aint commin wit it
But im witcha you cause you problay
 goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doupt,
 went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin,
 but examine all the flawsky-wasky
Awfully sad and its costly but thats all shit
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shits creek its week is the last quote
That I want to hear when Im goin down 
when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record playa get skippin 
and slowin down
All yawl can say is thwm niggas
 earned that crown, but until then..
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk
Ah ha hush dat fuss
Everybody move to da back of the bus
We da type of people make da club get clunk

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The Whole World

featuring Killer Mike

Outkast

4:55

Okay, here we go
Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog
But I've got a new song,
and I want y'all to sang along Sang along.
See this is the way
that we walk on a sunny, day
when it's rainin inside and you're, all alone
All alone - yeah!
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
loves it when you sang the blues
Take a little trip, hater pack up yo' mind
Look forward not behind, t
hen you'll see what you find
I caught a sucker dyin
cause he thought could rhyme
Now if his momma is
a quarter daughter must be a dime
I gotta meet her,
don't take no shorts I don't use abbreviation,
I don't even play the radio neither
Only if I need to know the sports or the weather
I'm a cool type of brother but yep,
your head I'll sever
from the neck - see ain't nuttin changed,
hit the stage
Set a date sucker, in battle we can engage
I'll slice you, wife you,
marry you, divorce you
Throw the Porsche at you,
is what I'm forced to do
With my back against the wall,
crack his back y'all
Naw, it ain't went nowhere
like havin hair with stylin gel in it
Throw a curl in it
Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it
Whatever floats your boat,
or finds your lost remote
And this for dem niggaz workin at the airpo't
who got laid off, I take my shades off
If you look straight in my eyes,
you still might see a disguise
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
loves it when you sang the blues
Player I grind, my focus is crime
Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime
My words are diamonds dug out a mine
Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine
Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss
I catch a beat runnin like Randy Moss
Ride dat bitch off like a brand new horse
I'm rollin my stone, gatherin no moss
Mami I'm comin I hope you get off
Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk
Back, back, forth, forth
Get that sailor on course, course
Make that track a corpse, corpse
Rap, roll, utterly rocked
with my mouth to the mic
and my hand on my cock
Cadillac OutKast just won't stop
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
loves it when you sang the blues
Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal
Went in the bathroom
medicine cabinet Pepto-Bismal
Need it for my stomach
cause my tummy kinda aches
like a junkie on withdrawal,
fresh up off the plate
Wait, back to the enemy of the state
is the Republicans or Democratic candidate
Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
Clueless like Shaggy and
Scooby befo' commercial break
Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this
If you want to you can dub it to your hit list
I know you gon' to,
we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list
When it come to this music we stay relentless
Pursuing all that's pursuable
Doing God's willing all things that are doable
The only liable limitation is yourself
Dre set it on the right
and I'll set it on the left, cause
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
loves it when you sang the blues

Okay, here we go
Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog
But I've got a new song, 
and I want y'all to sang along Sang along.
See this is the way 
that we walk on a sunny, day
when it's rainin inside and you're, all alone
All alone - yeah!
Cause the whole, world,
 loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
 loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
 loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
 loves it when you sang the blues
Take a little trip, hater pack up yo' mind
Look forward not behind, t
hen you'll see what you find
I caught a sucker dyin 
cause he thought could rhyme
Now if his momma is 
a quarter daughter must be a dime
I gotta meet her, 
don't take no shorts I don't use abbreviation, 
I don't even play the radio neither
Only if I need to know the sports or the weather
I'm a cool type of brother but yep,
 your head I'll sever
from the neck - see ain't nuttin changed,
 hit the stage
Set a date sucker, in battle we can engage
I'll slice you, wife you,
 marry you, divorce you
Throw the Porsche at you,
 is what I'm forced to do
With my back against the wall,
 crack his back y'all
Naw, it ain't went nowhere 
like havin hair with stylin gel in it
Throw a curl in it
Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it
Whatever floats your boat, 
or finds your lost remote
And this for dem niggaz workin at the airpo't
who got laid off, I take my shades off
If you look straight in my eyes, 
you still might see a disguise
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world, 
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world, 
loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world,
loves it when you sang the blues
Player I grind, my focus is crime
Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime
My words are diamonds dug out a mine
Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine
Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss
I catch a beat runnin like Randy Moss
Ride dat bitch off like a brand new horse
I'm rollin my stone, gatherin no moss
Mami I'm comin I hope you get off
Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk
Back, back, forth, forth
Get that sailor on course, course
Make that track a corpse, corpse
Rap, roll, utterly rocked
with my mouth to the mic 
and my hand on my cock
Cadillac OutKast just won't stop
Cause the whole, world,
loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world,
 loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world, 
 loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world, 
loves it when you sang the blues
Turn on the TV and everything is lookin dismal
Went in the bathroom 
medicine cabinet Pepto-Bismal
Need it for my stomach 
cause my tummy kinda aches
like a junkie on withdrawal,
 fresh up off the plate
Wait, back to the enemy of the state
is the Republicans or Democratic candidate
Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
Clueless like Shaggy and 
Scooby befo' commercial break
Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this
If you want to you can dub it to your hit list
I know you gon' to, 
we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list
When it come to this music we stay relentless
Pursuing all that's pursuable
Doing God's willing all things that are doable
The only liable limitation is yourself
Dre set it on the right 
and I'll set it on the left, cause
Cause the whole, world,
 loves it when you don't get down
And the whole, world, 
loves it when you make that sound
And the whole, world,
 loves it when you're in the news
And the whole, world, 
loves it when you sang the blues

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Aquemini

Various Artists

4:42

Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Now is the time to get on like
Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper
chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust
or cornstarch
familiar with that smack man
The music is like
that green stuff
provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do
you think we gon' do that man
Ridin' round Old National on
18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to
bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together
like Batman & Robin
we prayed together
through hard times
and swung hard
when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes
from all them corners
that we be bending in
Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga
don't get no wood grain
steering wheel for real
you can go on chill
out & still build
let your paper stack instead
of going into overkill
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Twice upon a time there
was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after
but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave
with dirty dollars
beauty parlors & baby bottles
& bowling ball Impalas
street scholars that's majoring
in culinary arts
You know how to work bread
cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch
is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin'
what ya bought so
cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now
meet me halfway
now you may see some children
dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin'
slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe
if or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly
they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift
I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never
look the horse inside it's gril
of course you know I feel like
the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it
but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga
with dreads for the cause
Is every nigga with golds
for the fall Naw
So don't get caught
in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini
another Black experience

Okay
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

The name is Big Boi
Daddy Fat Sax
the nigga that
like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is
where my folks at
Better know that some say
we problack boy we professional
we missed a lot of church
so the music is our confessional
Get off the
testicles & the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas
that's out
here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near
dat maybe you need to quit
because Aquemini is
Aquarius & Gemini runnin'
shit like this
My mind warps and bends
floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben
welcome to the lion's den
original skin many
men comprehend
I extend myself so
you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on
what you believing in
Faith is what you make it
that's the hardest
shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right
on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear
I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish
I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all
just gon' have to make amends
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Now is the time to get on like
Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper
chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust
or cornstarch
familiar with that smack man
The music is like
that green stuff
provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do
you think we gon' do that man
Ridin' round Old National on
18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to
bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together
like Batman & Robin
we prayed together
through hard times
and swung hard
when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes
from all them corners
that we be bending in
Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga
don't get no wood grain
steering wheel for real
you can go on chill
out & still build
let your paper stack instead
of going into overkill
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Twice upon a time there
was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after
but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave
with dirty dollars
beauty parlors & baby bottles
& bowling ball Impalas
street scholars that's majoring
in culinary arts
You know how to work bread
cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch
is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin'
what ya bought so
cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now
meet me halfway
now you may see some children
dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin'
slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe
if or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly
they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift
I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never
look the horse inside it's gril
of course you know I feel like
the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it
but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga
with dreads for the cause
Is every nigga with golds
for the fall Naw
So don't get caught
in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini
another Black experience

Okay
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

The name is Big Boi
Daddy Fat Sax
the nigga that
like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is
where my folks at
Better know that some say
we problack boy we professional
we missed a lot of church
so the music is our confessional
Get off the
testicles & the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas
that's out
here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near
dat maybe you need to quit
because Aquemini is
Aquarius & Gemini runnin'
shit like this
My mind warps and bends
floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben
welcome to the lion's den
original skin many
men comprehend
I extend myself so
you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on
what you believing in
Faith is what you make it
that's the hardest
shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right
on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear
I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish
I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all
just gon' have to make amends
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

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B.O.B.

Various Artists

4:39

1 2
1 2 3
Yeah
Inslumnational Underground
Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground
Wooh
Like a million elephants
or silver back
Orangutangs
you can't stop the train
Who wants some
Don't come unprepared
I'll be there
but when I leave there
Better be a household name
The weatherman tellin us
it ain't gon rain
So now we sittin in a droptop
soaking wet
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat
Hittin'somersaults with out the net
But this'll be the year that we
wont forget
1 9 9 9
Anno Domini
anything goes
Be what you want to be
long as you know
consequences
are given for living the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig
I might just touch hell
HOT
Get a life
now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
a scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill
and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac
and a pack of pampers
Stack of questions
with no answers
Cure for cancer
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga want to stay
on tour for days
Get back home
thangs are wrong
Well not
really it was bad all along
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand
miles per hour
Hello ghetto
let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo
Owwww
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno dos tres it's on
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone
Like that there boy
and we still stay street
Big things happen
every time we meet
Like a track team crack fiend
dying to geek
OutKast bumpin up and down
the street
Slant back Cadillac
about five niggaz deep
Seventy five MC's
freestyling to the beat
Cause we get crunk
stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce
but you copped a dub
Should've held back
but you threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl
but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl
four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids
for them
Should've hit it quit it rag top
Before you RE up
get a laptop
Make a buisiness for yourself boy
set some goals
Make a fat diamond
out of dusty coals
Record number four
but we on the road
Hold up slow up stop control
Like Janet Planet Stankonia's
on ya
Moving like Floyd
comin straight to Florida
Lock all your windows
then block the corridors
Pullin off my belt
cause a whippings in order
I'd like a three piece fish
before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell
then I hit the border
Piti pat rappers
trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend
tryin to stay alive
When you come to A Town
boy you better not hide
Cause the Dungeon
Family gon ride
HA
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't pull the thang out
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Don't even bang
unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah
Bombs over Baghdad yeah

Bob your head rag top
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Power music electric revival
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Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

Various Artists

4:12

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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10.

Crumblin' Erb

Various Artists

5:17

Let me dig into your brain
folks fallin like rain
Property got me sellin thangs
guess I'm gon' explain
Jane is rolled up no gangs be throwed up
But still Andre got action they
Sweat like Keith all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine
thinkin that you gots ample to do
this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm crumblin' no time for fumblin
sellin my sacks watchin my back
Wettin em up like splish,
leavin em in a splash
of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz
from my block is missin
I'm puttin it down like it be hot
before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this bastard
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin
they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin for less, bet' be ready
when they roll up in your nest and,
sink one in your chest and
youse gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth
to let me know you understood
Yeah, whassup
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to
test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then
they swing but shit they missed me
huh
I'm gettin nice with them thangs,
because I do like that
You heard me on the radio
and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick
the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds
around my neck from flexin
But I'm runnin niggaz over
like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high
See I added a millimeter
for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, "Sayonara" suckers
I flipped the script and turned
the page ain't scared of you
motherfuckers
Be boppin shots,
like them hoes be poppin coochies
and I still be spreadin bullets like them
freaks be spreadin cooties
So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics
and now my verse is over
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb
Wooo! Big Boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
That's where the erb be droppin,
it's simply marvelous time is tickin
But some of that time
when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon
Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces
like it ain't nuttin
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
of the canibus seteva weed reefer
yeah smoke shit
It's all day any til they label me deceased
so fire up another one and smoke out
and fuck the world peace
We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
like some merry men, cowards I be buryin
Comin around my shop with
that see nigga you gets nothin
just like DJ do the cuttin I be
havin your posse duckin nothin but
King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand
That player with the pepper
throwin salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker
don't be cryin on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest
until I'm chillin in peace, yeah
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb
Ah shit now, comin' in like
two fat hoes sittin' off on cornflakes
droppin' this thangs
like french fries in hot grease
Bigg Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast,
the J-O-I just to let y'all niggaz know
forever pimpin', never slippin'
that's how it is, that's how it's gon be,
that's how it was in the past
that's how it's gon be in the future nigga
it's all day ayan day,
so what you wanna do wit it
bring that shit on, you know what I'm sayin'
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb

Let me dig into your brain
folks fallin like rain 
Property got me sellin thangs
guess I'm gon' explain 
Jane is rolled up no gangs be throwed up 
But still Andre got action they
Sweat like Keith all on my teeth 
I take it upon myself to handle mine
thinkin that you gots ample to do
this have you shot I thought you knew this 
I'm crumblin' no time for fumblin
sellin my sacks watchin my back 
Wettin em up like splish,
leavin em in a splash
of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz
from my block is missin 
I'm puttin it down like it be hot
before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this bastard 
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin
they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin for less, bet' be ready 
when they roll up in your nest and,
sink one in your chest and 
youse gone, up outta here for good 
Y'all be bobbin back and forth
to let me know you understood 
Yeah, whassup 
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to
test me I gets frisky 
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then
they swing but shit they missed me 
huh 
I'm gettin nice with them thangs,
because I do like that
You heard me on the radio
and yes my man I'm true to dat 
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em 
And shoot my dice like it's the brick
the way that wall done flicks em 
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds
around my neck from flexin 
But I'm runnin niggaz over
like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it 
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high 
See I added a millimeter
for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys 
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, "Sayonara" suckers 
I flipped the script and turned
the page ain't scared of you 
motherfuckers 
Be boppin shots,
like them hoes be poppin coochies 
and I still be spreadin bullets like them
freaks be spreadin cooties 
So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October 
I said my shit and ran my lyrics
and now my verse is over 
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Wooo! Big Boi 
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty 
That's where the erb be droppin,
it's simply marvelous time is tickin 
But some of that time
when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon 
Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces
like it ain't nuttin 
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it 
of the canibus seteva weed reefer
yeah smoke shit 
It's all day any til they label me deceased 
so fire up another one and smoke out
and fuck the world peace 
We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out 
like some merry men, cowards I be buryin 
Comin around my shop with
that see nigga you gets nothin 
just like DJ do the cuttin I be
havin your posse duckin nothin but 
King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand 
That player with the pepper
throwin salt off in your game 
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker
don't be cryin on me 
That stuff the sess be in my chest
until I'm chillin in peace, yeah 
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Ah shit now, comin' in like
two fat hoes sittin' off on cornflakes
droppin' this thangs
like french fries in hot grease 
Bigg Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast,
the J-O-I just to let y'all niggaz know
forever pimpin', never slippin'
that's how it is, that's how it's gon be,
that's how it was in the past
that's how it's gon be in the future nigga
it's all day ayan day,
so what you wanna do wit it
bring that shit on, you know what I'm sayin'
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand
(what's the master plan) 
I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left
in this crazy world 
I'm just crumblin' erb

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11.

Ms. Jackson

Various Artists

3:59

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas,
mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys come
from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie
and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything,
see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all,
my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance to hear my side of the story
we was divided
She had fifths out,
cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

Me and your daughter
Got a special thang goin on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You could plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Look at the way he treats me,
shit, look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin,
ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more
cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placin the blame on,
you keep on singin the same song
Let bygones be bygones,
you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, 
mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys come
from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie
and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything,
see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all,
my lawyer stay down
She never got a chance to hear my side of the story
we was divided
She had fifths out,
cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

Me and your daughter
Got a special thang goin on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You could plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Look at the way he treats me,
shit, look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin,
ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more
cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placin the blame on,
you keep on singin the same song
Let bygones be bygones,
you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

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12.

Player's Ball [Original]

Outkast

4:23

Man.. the scene was so thick
Low riders, Seventy-seven Sevilles, El Dawgs
Nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talking bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin? Yeah..

[Andre]
It's beginnin to look a lot like what? Follow my every step
Take notes on how I crept, I's bout ta go in depth
This is the way I creep my season here's my ghetto rep
I kept, to say the least no no it can't cease
So I begin to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid..
I gots in crunk if it ain't
real
ain't right
I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with Smith, I sip my fifth, I chill with Wess'
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all "Deck, the the.."
Oh naw, I got other means of celebratin
I'm gettin blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waitin
I made it through another year cain't ask fo' nothin much mo'
It's OutKast for the boots I thought you knew so now you know
Let's go

[Chorus]
All the players came..
from
far and wide
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell ya.. there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin, all day ery'day

[Big Boi]
Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah
Y'know I do some things mo' different than I.. used ta
Cause I'm a player, doin what the players do
The package sto' was closed, okay my day is ruined
This is ridiculous, I'm gettin serious, I'm gettin curious
cause the house is smellin stank the chitlins old as bitches
I made no wishes cause I'm mobbin folk niggaz in the back
Gettin tipsy off the nog'gen,
high
as hell off the contact smoke
They havin a smoke out in my back seat (yeah)
They passin
herb
rewindin verses cause it's in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hittin switches
Cause I'm switchin from side ta side lookin for ho snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe
cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five
It's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me
cause it's like that, heh, yeah
Forever pimpin, never slippin, that's how it is (check it)

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Ain't no chiminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my socks
on no tip, I'm quick as a tick, fix me a plate
I got the remedy, so brings in that ham [not!]
Don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin rocks
I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon
Just to let you niggaz know in ninety-three that's how we comin
So ho ho hos, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so umm..

[Andre]
It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then, now we bend
the corner in my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat
I'm leaning back my elbows out the window
Coke rhyme and indo fills my body, where's the party?
We roll deep, we dip to underground, see's a lot of hoes around
I split my
game
while waitin countdown
A five fo' a three two here comes the one
A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one..

[Chorus]

[Peaches]
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs
From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, Devry
You know, niggaz world wide
Down, for theirs..

[Chorus

Man.. the scene was so thick
Low riders, Seventy-seven Sevilles, El Dawgs
Nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talking bout black man heaven heah, yknahmsayin? Yeah..

[Andre]
It's beginnin to look a lot like what? Follow my every step
Take notes on how I crept, I's bout ta go in depth
This is the way I creep my season here's my ghetto rep
I kept, to say the least no no it can't cease
So I begin to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better bet!
I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid..
I gots in crunk if it ain't
real
ain't right
I'm like no matter what the season
Forever chill with Smith, I sip my fifth, I chill with Wess'
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all "Deck, the the.."
Oh naw, I got other means of celebratin
I'm gettin blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waitin
I made it through another year cain't ask fo' nothin much mo'
It's OutKast for the boots I thought you knew so now you know
Let's go

[Chorus]
All the players came..
from
far and wide
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell ya.. there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin, all day ery'day

[Big Boi]
Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah
Y'know I do some things mo' different than I.. used ta
Cause I'm a player, doin what the players do
The package sto' was closed, okay my day is ruined
This is ridiculous, I'm gettin serious, I'm gettin curious
cause the house is smellin stank the chitlins old as bitches
I made no wishes cause I'm mobbin folk niggaz in the back
Gettin tipsy off the nog'gen,
high
as hell off the contact smoke
They havin a smoke out in my back seat (yeah)
They passin
herb
rewindin verses cause it's in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hittin switches
Cause I'm switchin from side ta side lookin for ho snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway my pager broke my vibe
cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five
It's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me
cause it's like that, heh, yeah
Forever pimpin, never slippin, that's how it is (check it)

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Ain't no chiminies in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my socks
on no tip, I'm quick as a tick, fix me a plate
I got the remedy, so brings in that ham [not!]
Don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin rocks
I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon
Just to let you niggaz know in ninety-three that's how we comin
So ho ho hos, check my king-ass 'fro
The gin and juice has got me tipsy so umm..

[Andre]
It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then, now we bend
the corner in my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat
I'm leaning back my elbows out the window
Coke rhyme and indo fills my body, where's the party?
We roll deep, we dip to underground, see's a lot of hoes around
I split my
game
while waitin countdown
A five fo' a three two here comes the one
A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one..

[Chorus]

[Peaches]
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs
From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, Devry
You know, niggaz world wide
Down, for theirs..

[Chorus

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13.

Elevators [Me & You]

Various Artists

4:18

One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin' good
Where me and my nigga rodes the MARTA, through the hood
Just tryin' to find that hookup
Now everyday we look up at the ceiling
Watchin ceiling fans go around tryin to catch that feelin
off instrumental, had my pencil, and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes tryin' to find our spot off in that light
Light off in that spot, knowin' that we could rock
Doin the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop
Like freeze, we makin' the crowd move but we not makin no G's
And that's a nono

[Big Boi]
Yeah, uhh, check it
Ahh one two, ahh one two dope niggas
in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers
Puttin' the South up on the map was like Little Rock to bangin
Niggas say motherfuck that playin, they payin'
We stayin' layin vo-cals, locals done made it with them big boys
up in thdis industry, Outkast yea dem niggas they makin big noise
Over a million sold to this day, niggas that take it lightly
Ninety-six gon be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me
...around this bitch

Hook (2x)
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on vogues
Comin' up slammin' Cadillac doors

[Big Boi]
Back in the day when I was younger, hunger
Lookin to fill me belly with that Rally's, bullshit, pull shit
off like it was supposed to be pulled
Full as a tick I was, stoned like white boys
Smokin' them white golds before them blunts got krunk, chunky asses
passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's and they lookin' like Halle Berry
So so fine, inte

14.

Spottieottiedopaliscious

Various Artists

5:58

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

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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15.

Git Up, Git Up

Outkast

7:26

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...
Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
It's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin)
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncin,
out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register?
I thinkin of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock
They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin and dippin
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool
Wastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade
Instead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to git up you need to git up you need to git up
you need to git up you need to git up you need to git up

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm gon say this to you I...
Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
As act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Well, uh, git up, stand up. So what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em
See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin
Smoke out, cuz it's all about money, money, money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, gettin paid fat pockets
and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin paranoid and steady lookin for the time
It's eight in the mornin and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin through the ash tray, hopin to have a good day
I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin)
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick
'84 Se-dan DeVille, steady bouncin, 
out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the Southside flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow, so
Keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
Cause they known for jumpin out of black Chevy trucks and through the fog
Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin out around the corner in my hog
Dippin from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie Hoo...my white owls are burnin kinda slow
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
Y'all tellin me that I need to get out and vote, huh. Why?
Ain't nobody black runnin but crackers, so, why I got to register?
I thinkin of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta,
Y'all could not tell me nuthin, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin at the loadin dock
They layin my mama off of work, General Motors trippin
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin and dippin
Doin dumb shit, not knowin what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point, still actin a fool
Wastin my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin hoes and wearin pimp fade
Instead of bein in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up. I shoulda listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin
Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to git up you need to git up you need to git up 
you need to git up you need to git up you need to git up

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16.

Movin' Cool [The After Party]

Outkast

3:59

Cool, moving cool, moving cool

Cool, moving cool

Movin cool, moving cool, yeah

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

I can make a stone cold blind man see a better way
But when I'm around, you don't have to much to say
La, la, la, la, la, whoo, whoo

You see there will always be someone, taller, darker
Maybe wit a little of cheese than I got
But really, shawty you don't need nobody else

[Chorus]
Cause baby I am (I am) the opening act (the opening act)
The headliner (the headliner) and the after party
After party, after party, after party, after party

I am all that you'll ever need
I trip on how everybody see's what I am but you
I thought you'd be brave enough to taste my bitch's brew
Well I thought I was dealing with a man, but you're a boy
You're a boy, you're a boy
I can give you everything you want, but I can't be your toy
Oh no, oh no!

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Hey shawty, look here for a minute, shawt, shawt
Oh, my bad, my bad execuse me
You corporate America, you corporate America
I meant to say lil' lady, you look so lovely lying in wait
Like a lemon licorice, lollipop
Waiting to be licked, we don't play
But you think the shit
Was that too harsh for you lobes
Too heavy for your mentrality I suppose
Got nerves like kryptonite
Superman couldn't bend those
Kindness kills callous
Like a D-Boy movin' fifty p's of that work
From A-Town to Dallas movin' cool

[Chorus]

Cause baby I am (I am) the opening act (the opening act)
The headliner (the headliner)

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Performed by Outkast 1기 (1991)
- Big Boi : 랩
- Andre 3000 : 랩

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